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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snow Patrol
Snow Patrol
Performer
Garret Lee
Garret Lee
Programming
Gary Lightbody
Gary Lightbody
Vocals
Nathan Connolly
Nathan Connolly
Guitar
Paul Wilson
Paul Wilson
Bass Guitar
Tom Simpson
Tom Simpson
Keyboards
Jonny Quinn
Jonny Quinn
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Lightbody
Gary Lightbody
Composer
Nathan Connolly
Nathan Connolly
Composer
Paul Wilson
Paul Wilson
Composer
Tom Simpson
Tom Simpson
Composer
Jonny Quinn
Jonny Quinn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garret Lee
Garret Lee
Producer
Tom McFall
Tom McFall
Recording Engineer
Sam Bell
Sam Bell
Engineer
Tilmann Ilse
Tilmann Ilse
Assistant Recording Engineer
Cenzo Townshend
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Neil Comber
Neil Comber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Owen Lewis
Owen Lewis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Karen Kelleher
Karen Kelleher
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Two weeks later like a surplus reprieve
I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve
I wound it round and round my finger so tight
It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside
[Verse 2]
And I knew the beat 'cause it matched your own beat
I still remember it from our chest to chest
And feet to feet
The easy silence then was a sweet relief to this hush
Of ovens, aeroplanes, and of distant car horns
[Verse 3]
A fire, a fire
You can only take what you can carry
A pulse, your pulse
It's the only thing I can remember
I break, you don't
I was always set to self-destruct though
The fire, the fire
It cracks and barks like primal music
[Verse 4]
I said I knew the beat 'cause it matched your own beat
It's become my engine
My own source of heat
The sea between us only amplifies the sound waves
Every hum and echo and crash
Paints my cave
[Verse 5]
A fire, a fire
You can only take what you can carry
A pulse, your pulse
It's the only thing I can remember
I break, you don't
I was always set to self-destruct though
The fire, the fire
It cracks and barks like primal music
[Verse 6]
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
[Verse 7]
The fire, a fire
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You can only take what you can carry
A pulse, your pulse
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
It's the only thing I can remember
I break, you don't
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I was always set to self-destruct though
The fire, the fire
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
It cracks and barks like primal music
Written by: Gary Lightbody, Jonny Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson
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