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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Marillion
Marillion
Künstler:in
Ian Mosley
Ian Mosley
Schlagzeug
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly
Tasteninstrumente
Steve Rothery
Steve Rothery
Gitarre
Peter Trewavas
Peter Trewavas
Bassgitarre
Fish
Fish
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Derek Dick
Derek Dick
Songwriter:in
Ian Mosley
Ian Mosley
Songwriter:in
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly
Songwriter:in
Steve Rothery
Steve Rothery
Songwriter:in
Peter Trewavas
Peter Trewavas
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Thomas Steimler
Thomas Steimler
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Mark Freegard
Mark Freegard
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Kimsey
Chris Kimsey
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
Of some obscure Scottish poet
[Verse 2]
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase
[Verse 3]
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager, lager
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen
She'll be a wallflower at thirty-four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said, a whore
[Verse 4]
The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
[Verse 5]
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
J'entend ton cœur
J'entend ton cœur
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart, hear your heart
I hear your heart
[Verse 6]
It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Something's gonna give under this pressure
And the cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
Oh so wrong, so wrong
[Verse 7]
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
With you
The parallel of you, you
[Verse 8]
On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
I'll always take the roundabout way
[Verse 9]
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit, from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb
And the sign of the rain
Rain on me
Written by: Derek Dick, Ian Mosley, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Steve Rothery
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