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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marcus Mumford
Marcus Mumford
Lead Vocals
Ross Holmes
Ross Holmes
Fiddle
Nell Catchpole
Nell Catchpole
Viola
Chris Allan
Chris Allan
Cello
Ben Lovett
Ben Lovett
Background Vocals
Ted Dwane
Ted Dwane
Background Vocals
Winston Marshall
Winston Marshall
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Lovett
Ben Lovett
Songwriter
Marcus Mumford
Marcus Mumford
Songwriter
Ted Dwane
Ted Dwane
Songwriter
Winston Marshall
Winston Marshall
Songwriter
Nell Catchpole
Nell Catchpole
String Arranger
Ross Holmes
Ross Holmes
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robin Baynton
Robin Baynton
Engineer
Markus Dravs
Markus Dravs
Producer
Matt Lawrence
Matt Lawrence
Additional Engineer
Ruadhri Cushnan
Ruadhri Cushnan
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Greg Freeman
Greg Freeman
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
'Cause I know that time has numbered my days
And I'll go along with everything you say
But I'll ride home laughing, look at me now
The walls of my town, they come crumbling down
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons
And I know their choices color all I've done
But I'll explain it all to the watchman's son
I never lived a year better spent in love
[Chorus]
'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice
And I'll believe in grace and choice
And I know, perhaps, my heart is farce
But I'll be born without a mask, woo
[Verse 2]
Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride
I stretch my arms into the sky
I cried Babel, Babel, look at me now
Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl
As all we see will slip into the cloud
So come down from your mountain and stand where we've been
You know our breath is weak and our body thin
[Bridge]
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart
I should've known I was weaker from the start
You'll build your walls, and I will play my bloody part
To tear, tear them down
Well, I'm gonna tear, tear them down
[Chorus]
'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice
And I'll believe in grace and choice
And I know, perhaps, my heart is farce
But I'll be born without a mask
Written by: Ben Lovett, Marcus Mumford, Ted Dwane, Winston Marshall
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