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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leif Vollebekk
Leif Vollebekk
Piano
Jim Keltner
Jim Keltner
Drums
Shahzad Ismaily
Shahzad Ismaily
Bass
Sarah Page
Sarah Page
Harp
Budapest Scoring Orchestra
Budapest Scoring Orchestra
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leif Vollebekk
Leif Vollebekk
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leif Vollebekk
Leif Vollebekk
Producer
Harris Shper
Harris Shper
Recording Engineer
Connor Seidel
Connor Seidel
Recording Engineer
Szabó Viktor
Szabó Viktor
Recording Engineer
Tchad Blake
Tchad Blake
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When the world comes, I'll listen
To that strange intuition
Let nothing cloud my vision
A world to build a bridge in
Sunset Boulevard Expedition
Saw it on the billboard
It's what I'm standing still for
See the smoke rise above the city
As the soul, it leaves the body
It leaves of its own volition
For a better paid position
Like some broke down, beat musician
He just left the band
Sometimes I go down to the ocean
Sometimes it comes to me
Sometimes I cross the sea
I wind up in Sydney Harbour
And I gaze up yonder starboard
I pick out brand new constellations
The stars are out of whack
So I place them in alignment
And the Opera House goes silent
I'm in the furthest row
Of that sold-out show
And your spirit fills the room now
No difference between me and you now
Sun ceded to the moon now
It's October and September soon now
See, time moves in both directions
With its ageless imperfections
It circles around our shoulders
Them big blue butterflies come over
On a dirt road in Costa Rica
Where, babe, I came to meet you
So nobody sees how I see you
How could anybody see how I see you?
It's as if you tune my body
Like a violin
And I can sing again
And so it begins
If I have to live without you
I'm just gonna dream about you
I'm not gonna let you fade away
I'm not made that way
If I have to live without you
I'm just gonna dream about you
I'm not gonna let you fade away
I'm not made that way
If I have to live without you
I'm just gonna dream about you
I'm not gonna let you fade away
I'm not made that way
The world is now so dreamlike
My dreams are now so lifelike
Tell me now what does that seem like
There's no surer path to madness
Only, baby, if you had this
You'd realize that I
Might be the butterfly
Dreaming of the man who wrote this
Written by: Leif Vollebekk
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