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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Editors
Performer
Tom Smith
Violin
Alison Dods
Violin
Allen Walley
Bass
Anthony Pleeth
Cello
Boguslav Kostecki
Violin
Bruce White
Viola
Caroline Dale
Cello
Cathy Thompson
Violin
David Daniels
Cello
Emil Chakalov
Violin
Everton Nelson
Violin
Helen Kamminga
Viola
Ian Humphries
Violin
Jonathan Evans-Jones
Violin
Mark Berrow
Violin
Martin Loveday
Cello
Mary Scully
Bass
Matt Dunkley
Conductor
Natalia Bonner
Violin
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Rachel Bolt
Viola
Rick Koster
Violin
Rita Manning
Violin
Skaila Kanga
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Lay
Composer
Elliott Williams
Composer
Justin Lockey
Composer
Russell Leetch
Composer
Tom Smith
Composer
Matt Dunkley
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacquire King
Producer
Craig Silvey
Mixing Engineer
Geoff Foster
Engineer
Lyrics
The sun said nothing
About my demise, my fall to the floor
Sparks from your stare cascade into mine
Started a war
Started a war
Monday morning, hungover, red eyes
Hide it all away
We walk through a crowd of strangers
Two minutes from your door
You lived there all your life
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
'Til I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Out of it, you handle it for everyone
Take a poisoned dart to my heart, and then I'm done
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
'Til I got nothing left
I got nothing left
These floorboards creaking, my body's old
The sun casts a shadow at dusk that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
'Til I got nothing left
I got nothing left
I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Oh-oh-oh, I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Writer(s): Thomas Smith, William Justin Lockey, Russell Leetch, Edward Lay, Elliott Williams
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