More songs by Sam Fender
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Description
Producer, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Sam Fender
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Olivia Dean
Engineer, Additionalproducer: Joe Atkinson
Producer: Markus Dravs
Engineer, Additionalproducer: Dean Thompson
Additionalproducer: Adam Granduciel
Composer Lyricist, Vocal Producer: Max Wolfgang
Engineer: Austin Asvanonda
Engineer: Iain Berryman
Engineer: Oli Jacobs
Recording Second Engineer: David Kohn
Recording Second Engineer: Claude Vause
Recording Second Engineer: Tom Coath
Mixing Engineer: Craig Silvey
Engineer: Dani Bennett Spragg
Mastering Engineer: Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer: Steve Fallone
Lyrics and translation
Original
And I let go of everything I ever had.
'Cause I couldn't give the love you deserve.
By the gunner you shouted, "Oh my God. "
It seemed yours but it's what I was owed,
I suppose.
Every flagstone of this town bears our prints.
And all the bars 'round here serve my ghosts and carcasses.
I wish I knew these things when I was young.
'Cause now I've just grown so numb.
We take whatever we can to get the reason back.
So please don't rein me in.
Don't rein me in.
Please don't rein me in.
Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss.
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus. If I stop it's just pain, please don't rein me in.
There's nothing brave in walking alone.
Love in exile is nowhere to go, so come on home.
Mm, don't run away from my tenderness.
You're so afraid of that heart inside your chest.
We were doing so well but you were scared to be held. Took the easiest way out.
I see the tears of a man too proud to reach for a hand.
I'll let my love keep you safe now.
So please don't. . .
Don't rein me in.
Please don't rein me in.
Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss.
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus. If I stop it's just pain, please don't rein me in.
Oh,
I've stood here chewing every barstool sore.
Telling everybody how much I fucked it up.
Telling everybody how much I fucked it up.
Telling everybody but you how much I fucked it up.
So don't rein me in.
Oh, so don't rein me in.
Oh.
Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss.
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus. If I stop it's just pain, please don't rein me in.
Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss.
-Working myself. -All my memories of you ring like tinnitus.
All my memories of you.
If I stop it's just pain, please don't rein me in.