Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sundays
Performer
David Gavurin
Guitar
Paul Brindley
Bass Guitar
Patrick Hannan
Drums
Harriet Wheeler
Vocals
Lindsay Jamieson
Tambourine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Gavurin
Composer
Harriet Wheeler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Gavurin
Producer
Dave Anderson
Producer
Harriet Wheeler
Producer
Lyrics
I feel fine, don't wake me up yet
Oh, the young and the old, they get everything
And it's my turn
And I'm here, waiting someone to know
I'm calling the tune, but I'm losing the words
Laughingly, I take the fevered applause
Of the people by the riverside
And I'm walking, walking on water
God knows why
And I'm losing the words, losing the words
I am a man, well, nearly
Celebrate life
Be good to yourself
You're wrong, that's all wrong
Don't wake me like that
I was dreaming and I'd rather just carry on
Just give me a love and hate on both my hands
I'll show you what I'm made of
Wasting my breath when I say that, oh
You're wrong, that's all wrong
Don't wake me like that
I was dreaming and I'm tired of everyone
Here's hoping that you'll go
Go now, so long, leave me, leave me alone
'Cause I'm better alone
Just give me a love and hate on both my hands
I'll show you what I'm made of
Wasting my breath when I say that
Love, hate, and a pair of hands
That's where I began
Just be good, good to yourself
I feel fine, don't wake me up yet
'Cause I feel tired
Well, well, don't be like that
And we don't need to work anymore now
Open that ground up and slip down
Writer(s): Harriet Ella Wheeler, David Richard Gavurin
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