More songs by The Last Dinner Party
Description
Love is sometimes like poison - it slowly spreads through your veins, makes you dependent, and at the same time prevents you from dying. The ghost of someone else's footsteps still haunts the house, and in my head, I hear the ringing of bells that were supposed to ring ‘for us’ but now sound distant. There is so much madness in this feeling that it is becoming familiar, almost comforting.
Pain here is not an enemy, but the last connection, a thin thread that holds on to the past as if to life itself. And even if the knives cut deeper and the distances grow, it is still sweet to know that it once was. Even if all that remains of the former warmth are scars, sounds and a house where no one is waiting anymore.
Director. Grajper
Creative direction. Studio Island
Producer. Wojciech Carkowski
Production company. Druh
Commissioner. Studio Island and Joanna Azja Szczybowska
Assistant Commissioner. Coco Marinese
Ep. Mel Giles
Director's Representative: Sam Davy
PM. Smera Kumar
PC. Tara Leonard
Friend. Gina Crichton
BTS Footage. Grace Pickering
BTS Video. Charles Hull
Hair. Hannah Godley
Hair Assistant. Chinami Hamaguchi
Hair Assistant. Frankie Crespin
Makeup. Dakota Blacklow-Lacey
Makeup. Ruby Yu
Hair Assistant. Molly Whitley
Hair. Jam Bradley
Hair Assistant. Lilly Nattoll
Hair Assistant. Comelia Sesetait
Styling. Rubina Marchiore
Stylist Assistant. Elena Skanagata
Stylist Assistant. Berenice Diaz
Warsaw Service Company. Shoot Me
Service EP. Marysia Surzycka
Service EP. Michal Majewski
Service Producer. Sara Farouk
Service PC. Zosia Nawrocka
1st Director. Rowan Hutchings
Runner. Matilda Gates
Runner. Bertie Newman
Camera Operator. Jake Hunter
Steadicam. Austin Phillips
1st AC - Unit A. Sam Rowlings
2nd AC - Unit A. Ellie Spigarol
Camera Operator - Unit B. Elliot Holbrow
1st AC - Unit B. Mitch Collins
Trainee Camera Operator. Anna Patterson
Gaffer. Steve Morgan
Gaffer. Connor Adam
Spark. Vanus Kotovas
Spark. Simona Pranulite
Spark. James Leach
Balloon Technician. Mark Tinker
Balloon Technician. John Harbison
Art Director. Joe Harrison
Assistant Artist. Morris Pusey
Assistant Artist. Keelin Coil
Assistant Artist. Ella Kenyon
Lyrics and translation
Original
Let the snake bite
Let her crawl under your skin
Let it eat you from within
It's alright
The bitterness is growing
You break into my house
I'll break into your house
Do it
I'll do it
If you twist the knife right
I will twist the knife left
Screw it
I'll screw it
I can hear strings
That should be for me
I can see rings
That should be for me
That should be for me
That should be for me
I count the ways
That I love you everyday
Like I count the days
Since I could recall your face
Oh, the days don't get easier
The gaps just get bigger
Until I can almost bear
Thinking of you
On my deathbed
Raise my eyes up to the Lord
I know you'll come just when I call
Stretch my hand out
It freezes in the air
There wasn't anybody there
Now my house is your house
And it is a nice house
Screw it, screw it, screw it
I will twist my knife right
I will twist my knife left
Do it
I'll do it
I can hear bells
That should ring for me
I can taste hell
That should be for me
That should be for me
That should be for me
I count the ways
That I love you everyday
Like I count the days
Since I could recall your face
Oh, the days don't get easier
The gaps just get bigger
Until I can almost bear
Thinking of you
I love the way
That I can't escape the pain
How it hangs 'round my heart
Like the letters in your name
Oh, the days don't get easier
The gaps just get bigger
Until
Oh, the days don't get easier
The gaps just get bigger
Until I can almost bear
Thinking of you
English translation
Let the snake bite
Let her crawl under your skin
Let it eat you from within
It's alright
The bitterness is growing
You break into my house
I'll break into your house
Do it
I'll do it
If you twist the knife right
I will twist the knife left
Screw it
I'll screw it
I can hear strings
That should be for me
I can see rings
That should be for me
That should be for me
That should be for me
I count the ways
That I love you everyday
Like I count the days
Since I could recall your face
Oh, the days don't get easier
The gaps just get bigger
Until I can almost bear
Thinking of you
On my deathbed
Raise my eyes up to the Lord
I know you'll come just when I call
Stretch my hand out
It freezes in the air
There wasn't anybody there
Now my house is your house
And it is a nice house
Screw it, screw it, screw it
I will twist my knife right
I will twist my knife left
Do it
I'll do it
I can hear bells
That should ring for me
I can taste hell
That should be for me
That should be for me
That should be for me
I count the ways
That I love you everyday
Like I count the days
Since I could recall your face
Oh, the days don't get easier
The gaps just get bigger
Until I can almost bear
Thinking of you
I love the way
That I can't escape the pain
How it hangs 'round my heart
Like the letters in your name
Oh, the days don't get easier
The gaps just get bigger
Until
Oh, the days don't get easier
The gaps just get bigger
Until I can almost bear
Thinking of you