Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nine Horses
Performer
David Sylvian
Vocals
Steve Jansen
Drums
Keith Lowe
Bass Guitar
Arve Henriksen
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Jansen
Composer
David Sylvian
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Sylvian
Producer
Steve Jansen
Producer
Burnt Friedman
Engineer
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Here come the darkest birds to burst the bubble
End of a perfect day
Head full of trouble
Here come the darkest birds, all tar and feathers
Why did none of them dream of trying to make things better?
Those are the mimicking kind
They are, they are
I number myself among them
The furthest star
And this is the road I walked on when I shot you down
All words of forgiveness useless
They won't help me now
And I should've been there for you when you called my name
I promise to tread more lightly
Though what's gone is gone
It's such a shame
Here come the darkest birds
They've got their reasons
All their pretty colors are gone
Washed out of season
Those are the soaring kind
They are, they are
I number yourself among them
The brightest star
And this is the road I walked on when I shot you down
All words of forgiveness useless
They won't help me now
And I should've been there for you when you called my name
I promise to tread more lightly
Though what's gone is gone
It's such a shame
And this is the road I walked on when I shot you down, I shot you down
All words of forgiveness useless
They won't serve me now
And I should've been there for you when you called my name
I promise to tread more lightly
Though what's done is done
It's such a shame
Written by: David Sylvian, Steve Jansen