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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jess Glynne
Leadgesang
Macklemore
Leadgesang
Dan Caplen
Leadgesang
Amir Amor
Gitarre
Jamie Scott
Begleitgesang
Julian Bunetta
Programmierung
Kesi Dryden
Begleitgesang
Piers Aggett
Synthesizer
Leon Rolle
Tasteninstrumente
John Ryan
Begleitgesang
Scott Ralph
Horn
Ava Ralph
Saxofon
Chris Aldridge
Saxofon
Mark Crown
Trompete
Mark Ralph
Trompete
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Macklemore
Songwriter:in
Dan Caplen
Songwriter:in
Amir Amor
Songwriter:in
Jamie Scott
Songwriter:in
Julian Bunetta
Songwriter:in
Kesi Dryden
Songwriter:in
Piers Aggett
Songwriter:in
Leon Rolle
Songwriter:in
John Ryan
Songwriter:in
Mark Ralph
Songwriter:in
Steven Weston
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rudimental
Produzent:in
Julian Bunetta
Produzent:in
Michael Freeman
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Conor Bellis
Ingenieurassistent:in
John Ryan
Produzent:in
Steven Weston
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mark Ralph
Produzent:in
David Emery
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Mark Stent
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
I know you moved onto someone new
Hope life is beautiful
You were the light for me to find my truth
I just wanna say, thank you
Leaving to find my soul, told her I had to go
And I know it ain't pretty when our hearts get broke
Too young to feel this old, watching us both turn cold
Oh, I know it ain't pretty when two hearts get broke
Yeah, I know it ain't pretty when two hearts get broke
I hope someday we'll sit down together
And laugh with each other 'bout these days, these days
All our troubles, we'll lay to rest, and
We'll wish we could come back to these days, these days
Oh-oh, I know, I know
Oh, I know, I know
Oh-oh, I know, I know
These days, these days
Oh-oh, I know, I know
Oh, I know, I know
Oh-oh, I know, I know
These days, these days
Three years of ups and downs, nothing to show for it now
And I know it ain't pretty when the fire burns out
Calling me when I'm drunk remind me of what I've done
And I know it ain't pretty when you're trying to move on, yeah
I hope someday we'll sit down together
And laugh with each other 'bout these days, these days
All our troubles, we'll lay to rest, and
We'll wish we could come back to these days, these days
Oh-oh, I know, I know
Oh, I know, I know
Oh-oh, I know, I know
These days, these days
Oh-oh, I know, I know
Oh, I know, I know
Oh-oh, I know, I know
To these days, these days, oh
Cigarettes in the ashtray
Reminiscing on those past days
I thought you'd end up with my last name
But that changed
And I travelled around the world, think where you living at now?
I heard you moved to Austin, got a new apartment and settled down
And every once in a while I start texting
Write a paragraph, but then I delete the message
Think 'bout you like a past time
I could cry you a river, get you baptised or
I wasn't ready to act right
Used to always think I'd get you back, right?
They say that things fall apart (yeah)
We were gonna move to Brooklyn, you were gonna study art
Love is just a tool to remind us who we are
And that we are not alone when we're walking in the dark
I hope someday we'll sit down together
And laugh with each other 'bout these days, these days
All our troubles, we'll lay to rest, and
We'll wish we could come back to these days, these days
We'll wish we could come back to these days, these days (these days)
Writer(s): Julian Bunetta, Daniel Caplen, Leon Rolle, John Ryan, Ben Haggerty, Amir Izadkhah, Kesi Dryden, Piers Aggett, Jamie Scott
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