Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Fender
Acoustic Guitar
Thom Lewis
Programming
Bryony James
Cello
Dean Thompson
Guitar
Drew Michael
Drums
Eleanor Stanford
Violin
Emma Owens
Viola
Jenny Sacha
Violin
Joseph Atkinson
Synthesizer
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Rebecca Jones
Viola
Rosie Danvers
Cello
Sally Jackson
Violin
Sarah Sexton
Violin
Stephanie Cavey
Violin
Steven Morris
Violin
Wired Strings
Strings
Zara Benyounes
Violin
MK
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Fender
Songwriter
Rosie Danvers
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Fender
Producer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Thom Lewis
Producer
Dean Thompson
Engineer
Joseph Atkinson
Engineer
Nick Taylor
Engineer
MK
Additional Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Blue Monday
Blarin' loudly out the speakers
Fluorescent liquid in his beaker
Another night they've gone too far
She said
"I don't usually do this kind of thing
Does it change the way you think of me?"
Thinkin' isn't his forte
And she said
"If you dance with me, darlin'
If you take me home
Will we talk in the mornin'?"
They leave
Weave around the night's commotion
And dodge a Mexican standoff
And catch a cab back to his flat
There's no romance
Sprawled out across the couch
Can't even make his fuckin' face out
An age old ritual
And she said
"If you dance with me, darlin'
If you take me home
Will we talk in the mornin'?"
Sometimes, I close me eyes
And sometimes, I see you're fine
She said
"Will we talk in the mornin'?"
Writer(s): Sam Fender
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