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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foals
Performer
Edwin Congreave
Keyboards
Jack Bevan
Drums
Walter Gervers
Background Vocals
Yannis Philippakis
Guitar
Caroline Wickberg
Additional Vocals
Ferg Peterkin
Programming
Jimmy Smith
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Congreave
Songwriter
Jack Bevan
Songwriter
James Smith
Songwriter
Walter Gervers
Songwriter
Yannis Philippakis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caroline Wickberg
Assistant Engineer
Anton Thorrsie
Assistant Engineer
Kalle Gustavson
Assistant Engineer
Matthias Neiborg
Assistant Engineer
Ferg Peterkin
Engineer
Steve Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Alan Moulder
Mixing Engineer
Catherine Marks
Mixing Engineer
Luke Smith
Producer
Mike Crossey
Producer
Lyrics
Top of the world, bottom of the ocean
Top of the world, bottom of the ocean
They built you up and broke you down again
So now you hope to beat the surf in
'Cause the future is not what you see
It's not where you've been to at all
The future is not what you see
It's not where you've been to at all
The future is not what it used to be
Used to be
The future is not what it used to be
Used to be
Top of the world, bottom of the ocean
Top of the world, bottom of the ocean
They lit you up and found the ground again
So now you know to beat the surf in
'Cause the future is not what you see
It's not where you've been to at all
The future is not what you see
It's not where you've been to at all
The future is not what it used to be
Used to be
The future is not what it used to be
Used to be
They buried the gold, your ancestry's sold and left
Just the residue
They buried the gold, your ancestry's sold and left
Just the mist of you
They buried the gold, your ancestry's sold and left
Just the residue
They buried the gold, your ancestry's sold and left
Just the mist of you
Now what's happened to you
Look what's happened to you
What's happened to you
Now that spring is finally here
Your hollow heart, your hollow heart
Drive through the forest and into the night
Away from the city, away from the light
Hollow heart, your hollow heart
You know
And we're worlds apart
And we're worlds apart
They gouge you out, they dug you in
They took the name right out of your mouth
Hollow heart, your hollow heart
You know
Worlds apart
And we're worlds apart
Into yourself past of it
Into yourself past of it
Into yourself past of it
Into yourself past of it
Into yourself, into yourself
Into yourself, into yourself
Into yourself, into yourself
Writer(s): James Andrew Smith, Yannis Barnabas Emanuel Philippakis, Walter Gervers, Jack William Bevan, Edwin Thomas Congreave
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