Description
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Daniel Grossman
Producer: Ankhoï
Producer: Luch
Composer: Anas El Mzaouak
Composer: Alex Burnett
Composer: Daniel Grossman
Lyrics and translation
Original
We hold hands as if nothing has changed.
I go forward, you come back to me.
We don't have long to rearrange. The future's not what it used to be.
We hold hands as if nothing has changed.
I go forward, you come back to me. We don't have long to rearrange.
The future's not what it used to be.
The future's not what it used to be.
We hold hands as if nothing has changed. I go forward, you come back to me.
We don't have long to rearrange. The future's not what it used to be. Yeah.
We hold hands as if nothing has changed.
I go forward, you come back to me.
We don't have long to rearrange. The future's not what it used to be.
Yeah.
The future's not what it used to be. There's nothing real.
We hold hands as if nothing has changed. I go forward, you come back to me.
We don't have long to rearrange.
The future's not what it used to be.
The future's not what it used to be.
The future's not what it used to be.
There's nothing real
English translation
We hold hands as if nothing has changed.
I go forward, you come back to me.
We don't have long to rearrange. The future's not what it used to be.
We hold hands as if nothing has changed.
I go forward, you come back to me. We don't have long to rearrange.
The future's not what it used to be.
The future's not what it used to be.
We hold hands as if nothing has changed. I go forward, you come back to me.
We don't have long to rearrange. The future's not what it used to be. Yeah.
We hold hands as if nothing has changed.
I go forward, you come back to me.
We don't have long to rearrange. The future's not what it used to be.
Yeah.
The future's not what it used to be. There's nothing real.
We hold hands as if nothing has changed. I go forward, you come back to me.
We don't have long to rearrange.
The future's not what it used to be.
The future's not what it used to be.
The future's not what it used to be.
There's nothing real