Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keane
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
[Verse 1]
I dreamed I was drowning in the River Thames
I dreamed I had nothing at all, nothing but my own skin
I dreamed I was drifting on a howling wind
I dreamed I had nothing at all, nothing but my own skin
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
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
[Verse 4]
I dreamed I was watching the young lovers dance
I reached out to touch your hair, but I was watching from a distance
[Verse 5]
We cling to love like a skidding car clings to a corner
I try to hold on to what we are
The more I squeeze, the quicker we all alter
[Verse 6]
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
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
[Verse 9]
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
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
Written by: Richard Hughes, Tim Rice-Oxley, Tom Chaplin