Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Young
Performer
Ash Howes
Keyboards
Stephen Carter
Guitar
Clark Coslett-Hughes
Bass
Simon Hale
Conductor
Geoff Dugmore
Drums
Louisa Fuller
Violin
Gillion Cameron
Violin
Frances Dewer
Violin
Richard George
Violin
Rick Koster
Violin
Fiona McNaught
Violin
Emma Blanco
Violin
Sally Herbert
Violin
Sonia Slanly
Violin
Deborah White
Violin
Vince Greene
Viola
Emma Owens
Viola
Bill Hawkes
Viola
John Metcalfe
Viola
Chris Worthy
Cello
Ian Burdge
Cello
Noel Langley
Trumpet
Phil Todd
Saxophone
Fayyaz Virji
Trombone
Beverlei Brown
Background Vocals
Charmain Elliott
Background Vocals
Chris Ballin
Background Vocals
Hazel Fernandez
Background Vocals
Claudia Fontaine
Background Vocals
John Gibbons
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Young
Composer
Matt Prime
Composer
Simon Hale
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Prime
Vocal Producer
Ash Howes
Mixing Engineer
Richard Stannard
Producer
David Treahearn
Engineer
Niall Acott
Recording Engineer
Jez Murphy
Assistant Engineer
John Davis
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh
Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh
Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh
Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh
Feeling so strange, I'm seeing you clearly now
Your beauty is deadlier every day, uh-eh-yeah-eh
All these people, am I the only one who found you out?
Is no one willing to say, willing to say, willing to say?
Why don't you slow down? Turn your head round
Been treading on hearts that are giving in with a little
Grace, you're getting away with it
Words, but nothing to say with it
You smile and take what you need in any way that you please
Isn't it a shame?
You've nothing to show from these lies
I told you, you'd pay for it
Lonely are the days of your life
Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh
Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh
Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh
Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh
You spoke in rhymes and rhythms, the sweetest sounds
They drew me in like a moth to a flame, oh-oh
All these people you hurt along the way will haunt you now
'Cause things are going to change, going to change, going to change
(Oh, going to change)
Why don't you slow down? Turn your head round
Been treading on hearts that are giving in with a little
Grace, you're getting away with it
Words, but nothing to say with it
You smile and take what you need (take what you need)
In any way that you please
Isn't it a shame?
You've nothing to show from these lies
I told you, you'd pay for it
Lonely are the days of your life
Oh-yeah
You're beginning to lose
Things are fadin' in front of your eyes
You've a long way to fall
Before you even realize that this loneliness hurts
Lonely will be the days of your life
Oh-oh-oh
Mm, grace, you're getting away with it
Words and nothing to say with it
You blame, but you're not ashamed of it
Hurt, you don't feel the pain of it
Lie, straight in the face of it
Your mind, you should be afraid of it
Your grace, you're getting away with it
Nothing to get in my way
With a little grace, you're getting away with it
Words and nothing to say with it, oh-ah
Lonely are the days of your life
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
Lonely are the days, ah-ah
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
You lie, straight in the face of it
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
Your mind, your mind, should be afraid
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
You're heading for trouble, hey-hey
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
(Ho-oh, ho-oh, ho-ho-oh)
Writer(s): Simon Soloman Webbe, Timothy Daniel Woodcock, Matthew Prime
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