More songs by Harry Styles
Description
Piano: Yaffra
Lyricist, Vocal, Associated Performer, Composer, Arranger: Harry Styles
Arranger, Celeste: Jules Buckley
Upright Bass: Chris Hill
Vibraphone, Marimba: Sam Wilson
Tuba: Owen Slade
Violin: Marianne Haynes
Violin: Richard George
Violin: Jackie Shave
Violin: Debbie Widdup
Violin: Alessandro Ruisi
Violin: Ian Humphries
Violin: John Mills
Violin: Nicky Sweeney
Violin: Braimah Kanneh-Mason
Violin: Martyn Jackson
Violin: Eloisa-Fleur Thom
Violin: Natalia Bonner
Violin: Louisa Fuller
Violin: Thomas Gould
Violin: Charlie Brown
Violin: Jenny Sacha
Violin: Sarah Daramy-Williams
Violin: Jeremy Isaac
Viola: John Metcalfe
Viola: Triona Milne
Viola: Bruce White
Viola: Nicholas Bootiman
Viola: Kate Musker
Viola: Emma Owens
Cello: Ian Burdge
Cello: Chris Worsey
Cello: Katherine Jenkinson
Cello: Jonny Byers
Double Bass: Laurence Ungless
Double Bass: Roger Linley
Double Bass: Toby Hughes
Flute: Eliza Marshall
English Horn: Ruth Contractor
Clarinet: Barnaby Robson
Associated Performer: Jenny Goshawk
Associated Performer: Dave Foster
Executive Producer, Arranger, Producer: Kid Harpoon
Engineer: Brian Rajaratnam
Engineer: Liam Hebb
Engineer: James "Jez" Murphy
Assistant Engineer: Tommy Bosustow
Assistant Engineer: Tom Ashpitel
Assistant Engineer: Major Quintero
Assistant Engineer: Gili Portal
Assistant Engineer: Alfie Scott
Mixing Engineer: Mark "Spike" Stent
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Kieran Beardmore
Mastering Engineer: Emily Lazar
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Bob DeMaa
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tell me your fears. Turn back the clocks, it's that time of year.
If we stay the course, we could get it right, but I'm not devoid of an appetite.
And everything seems to be coming up roses, but I'm scared if we're both right. Does that mean we're not aligned?
Just for tonight, let's go hangover chasing, and I'll talk your ear off about why it's safe as I fumble my words and fall flat on my face through the truth.
Just say the word and we'll take up the test where we flirt with the bad ones and skip all the rest.
But we see out the night with your head on my chest, me and you.
There's only me and you.
Now, I see your tears on account of my wants, and now it appears that I'm feeling guilty and worried, dear, that you think that I might not want you here.
Does all of this seem to be bringing us closer?
Am I backseat in your life, judging while you drive?
Just for tonight, let's go hangover chasing, and I'll talk your ear off about why it's safe as I fumble my words and fall flat on my face through the truth.
Just say the word, and we'll take up the test where we flirt with the bad ones and skip all the rest.
But we see out the night with your head on my chest, me and you.
There's only me and you.
It's only me and you.
La, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la.
La.