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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Turin Brakes
Performer
Oliver Howard Knights
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver Howard Knights
Songwriter
Stephan Gale Paridjanian
Songwriter
Robert Douglas Allum
Songwriter
Matthew Edward Tristram Myer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Turin Brakes
Producer
Guy Massey
Mixing Engineer
Josh Brazil
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Olly Knights
Engineer
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Oh so small looking down when you fly so close to the sun
With a spade digging down under the cold ground
Into the city
The clocks are ticking
Keep your eyes on the sun
I hear her calling
Over the noise of the roar
I feel her moving under the ground
I see her shapes but
I can't see anymore
Pack the Datsun
It's time to get out, get out
Into the sun
As the dew on the blades of grass catch the winter sun
All the elements collect, mocking as you get cleaning white walls
In the face of regret, the fence that you jumped when freedom calls
In the desert there's a horse with no home
Dies where it falls
Into the city
The clocks are ticking
Keep your eyes on the sun
I hear her calling
Over the noise of the roar
I feel her moving under the ground
I see her shapes but
I can't see anymore
Pack the Datsun
It's time to get out, get out
Into the sun
(Into the sun)
(Into the sun)
(Into the sun)
(Into the sun)
Oh so small looking down when you fly so close to the sun
With a spade digging down under the cold ground
Into the city
The clocks are ticking
Keep your eyes on the sun
I hear her calling
Over the noise of the roar
I feel her moving under the ground
I see her shapes but
I can't see anymore
Pack the Datsun
It's time to get out, get out
Into the sun
Writer(s): Stephan Gale Paridjanian, Oliver Howard Knights
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