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Description
Electric Guitar: Dave Pen
Keyboards: Danny Griffiths
Keyboards: Darius Keeler
Lead Vocals: Dave Pen
Lead Vocals: Pollard Berrier
Mixing Engineer: Jerome Devoise
Piano: Darius Keeler
Producer: Archive
Producer: Jerome Devoise
Synthesizer: Danny Griffiths
Synthesizer: Darius Keeler
Composer: Darius Keeler
Composer: Dave Pen
Composer: Pollard Berrier
Composer: Danny Griffiths
Lyrics and translation
Original
There's nothing new under the sun.
Everything's either been lost or won.
Kneading the shapes of the past.
Forever, however long it lasts.
All these patterns of sand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
And I'm all in here, and you're all out there.
Everything you hear, everything you do, everything you taste, everything is nothing new.
Everything you fear, everything you say, everything that's dear, everything just goes away.
There's nothing to see here. There's nothing to see here.
All these patterns of sand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
And I'm all in here, and you're all out there.
Reason scrapes us away from our bones.
Reason drains all trace of unknown.
And far, far, far, far away.
Miles and miles away.
You'll never know here.
And all these patterns of sand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
And I'm all in here, and you're all out there.
And I'm all in here, and you're all out there.
And you're all out there, and I'm all in here.
English translation
There's nothing new under the sun.
Everything's either been lost or won.
Kneading the shapes of the past.
Forever, however long it lasts.
All these patterns of sand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
And I'm all in here, and you're all out there.
Everything you hear, everything you do, everything you taste, everything is nothing new.
Everything you fear, everything you say, everything that's dear, everything just goes away.
There's nothing to see here. There's nothing to see here.
All these patterns of sand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
And I'm all in here, and you're all out there.
Reason scrapes us away from our bones.
Reason drains all trace of unknown.
And far, far, far, far away.
Miles and miles away.
You'll never know here.
And all these patterns of sand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
Tracing the lines in my hand.
And I'm all in here, and you're all out there.
And I'm all in here, and you're all out there.
And you're all out there, and I'm all in here.