Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keane
Performer
Scott Johnson
Performer
Beth Louise Warren
Performer
Tom Chaplin
Vocals
Tim Rice-Oxley
Keyboards
Richard Hughes
Drums
Jesse Quin
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Chaplin
Songwriter
Tim Rice-Oxley
Composer
Richard Hughes
Songwriter
Beth Louise Warren
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keane
Producer
Jake Davies
Engineer
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Price
Co-Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
What's up?
I dreamed I was drownin'
In the river Thames
I dreamed I had nothing at all
Nothing but my own skin
I dreamed I was drifting
On the howlin' wind
I dreamed I had nothing at all
Nothing but my own skin
Slipped away from your open hands
Into the river
Saw your face looking back at me
I saw my past, and I saw my future
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be goin'
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But any way you look at things looks like
The lovers are losing
I dreamed I was watching
The young lovers dance
I reached out to touch your hair
But I was watching from a distance
We cling to love like a skidding car
Clings to a corner
I try to hold onto what we are
The more I squeeze, the quicker we alter
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be goin'
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But any way you look at things looks like
The lovers are losing
I dreamed I had nothing at all
(Nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all
(Nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all
(Nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all
(Nothing at all)
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be goin'
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But any way you look at things looks like
The lovers are losing
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be goin'
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But in the final reckoning looks like
The lovers are losing
Writer(s): Timothy James Rice-oxley, Richard David Hughes, Tom Chaplin
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