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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ocean Colour Scene
Ocean Colour Scene
Performer
Simon Fowler
Simon Fowler
Vocals
Steve Cradock
Steve Cradock
Guitar
Damon Minchella
Damon Minchella
Bass Guitar
Oscar Harrison
Oscar Harrison
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simon Fowler
Simon Fowler
Composer
Steve Cradock
Steve Cradock
Composer
Damon Minchella
Damon Minchella
Composer
Oscar Harrison
Oscar Harrison
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ocean Colour Scene
Ocean Colour Scene
Producer
Brendan Lynch
Brendan Lynch
Producer
Martyn 'Max' Heyes
Martyn 'Max' Heyes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
And when she blows the candle flame to smoke
She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes
And Monday she'll go downtown, standing naked in the road
You may know what I am, but who I am you don't know
[Verse 2]
She'll run across the mustard dust sand
Scream down the wind
And the sea is in a cold
Like when in holiday homes
And houses like sweets confectionary
And sand castles and drinking wine
Hungry dinners perfectly timed
[Verse 3]
And mother and father glowing young
Happy to be each other together
When she blows the candle out
She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head
The day that went the way of every day
But tomorrow she'll fly a plane
Over the fields where the houses aren't built yet
[Verse 4]
She smiled sweetly across the room
Through the lunchtime smoke
And I loved her for a second
And discarded the queen, and I know
How sweetness turns sour
And leaves they turn to brown
And then to earth and dust
And settle in this town
[Verse 5]
You get blown away
You get blown away
You get blown away
[Verse 6]
And when she blows the candle flame to smoke
She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes
Monday she'll go downtown, standing naked in the road
You may know what I am, but who I am you don't know
[Verse 7]
She'll run across the mustard dust sand
She'll scream down the wind
And the sea is in a cold
Like when in holiday homes
And houses like sweets confectionary
And sand castles and drinking wine
Hungry dinners perfectly timed
[Verse 8]
She smiled sweetly across the lunch time smoke
And I loved her for a second
And discarded the queen, and I know
When men are being little boys again
And women cruel step mothers of old
And this is the invention
The adventure of my own
[Verse 9]
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
I get blown away
Written by: Damon Minchella, Oscar Harrison, Simon Fowler, Steve Cradock
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