Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Just Jack
Performer
Adam Philips
Guitar
Jon Cox
Double Bass
Simon Lea
Drums
Jay Reynolds
Programming
Simon Hale
Strings
The London Studio Orchestra
Performer
Perry Montague-Mason
Performer
Warren Zielinski
Performer
Patrick Kiernan
Performer
Boguslav Kostecki
Performer
Chris Tombling
Performer
Julian Leaper
Performer
Rita Manning
Performer
Emlyn Singleton
Performer
Peter Lale
Viola
Andrew Parker
Viola
Rachel Bolt
Viola
Tony Pleeth
Cello
Dave Daniels
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Allsopp
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Jack
Producer
Jack Allsopp
Producer
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer
Phillipe Rose
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I watched her smile,
Dissolve like Alka-Seltzer
And In all honesty,
Man, I wish I could have helped her
But the words I spoke,
Fell laden to the ground
Hitting that carpet,
With a muffled clanging sound
I remember sitting later on the 253,
Trying not to cry but the cry's on me,
Sick to my stomach, feel so guilty
But I cant change the fact that
She had nothing that I needed,
So over years the love receded
A bit like her old man's hair line,
And mine
And at first she was all that I could see,
Till other girls appeared In my periphery
And we lost something or so it seems,
Faded like her favourite jeans
I can't read her face,
It's in an unknown language
I just hold her pretty hand,
'Coz that's about all I can manage
I wish you wouldn't look at me that way,
Knowing I'm a selfish bastard
She'll be thanking me one day
And maybe we can even part this disaster
I remember sitting later on the 253,
Trying not to cry but the cry's on me,
Sick to my stomach feeling so guilty
But I can't change the fact that
She had nothing that I needed,
So over years the love receded
A bit like her old man's hair line,
And mine
And at first she was all that I could see,
Till other girls appeared in my periphery
And we lost something or so it seems,
Faded like her favourite jeans
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No Promises, No Promises
And this is the final curtain call,
As in and out of love we fall
And it's too late to change that
Also too late to explain that
She had nothing that I needed,
So over years the love receded
A bit like her old man's hair line,
And mine
And at first she was all that I could see,
Till other girls appeared in my periphery
And we lost something or so it seems,
Faded like her favourite jeans
She had nothing that I needed,
So over years the love receded
A bit like her old man's hair line,
And mine
And at first she was all that I could see,
Till other girls appeared in my periphery
And we lost something or so it seems,
Faded like her favourite jeans
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No Promises, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No Promises, No Promises
Writer(s): Jack Christopher Allsopp
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