Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Corrs
Violin
Rick Nowels
Guitar
Lisa Wagner
Cello
Suzy Katayama
Cello
Jeff Hull
Keyboards
Luis Conte
Percussion
George Black
Programming
David Foster
Bass Synthesiser
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Steinberg
Songwriter
Neil Geraldo
Songwriter
Rick Nowels
Songwriter
Jeff Hull
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Steinberg
Producer
Rick Nowels
Producer
Ryan Freeland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Al Lay
Assistant Engineer
Yuzuru "Joe" Koyanazi
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
RANDALL WINE
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Last night before you fell asleep
You whispered something to me
Was it just a dream
I'm gonna listen to you close
Coz your goodnight kiss
Felt like a ghost
What are you trying to say to me
What are you trying to say
Everybody's searching for intimacy
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Everybody's hurting for intimacy
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
We come into this world alone
From the heart of darkness
The infinite unknown
We're only here a little while
And I feel safe and warm
When I see you smile
Baby don't move away from me
Baby don't pull away
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(Chorus)
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Remember when you were a child
And your mom would hold you in her arms
And rock you to sleep
Now darling there's just you and I
Let's give each other everything baby baby...
Everybody's searching for intimacy
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Everybody's hurting for intimacy
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Baby come and lay down next to me...
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Queen of Hollywood
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She drove a long way through the night
From an urban neighborhood
She left her mother in a fight
For a dream misunderstood
And her friends they talk on corners
They could never comprehend
But there was always something different
In the way she held a stare
And the pictures that she painted
Were of glamour and of flair
And her boyfriend though he loved her
Knew he couldn't quite fulfill
He could never meet her there
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(Chrous)
She's never gonna be like the one before,
She read it in her stars that there's something more
No matter what it takes no matter how she breaks
She'll be the Queen of Hollywood
And the cynics they will wonder
What's the difference with this dream
And the dreams of countless others
All believing in TV
They see their hand prints in a sidewalk
Flashing cameras on the scene
And a shining limousine
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(Chorus)
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She's believing in a dream
It's a loaded fantasy
Now her mother collects cut-outs
And the pictures make her smile
But if she saw behind the curtains
It could only make her cry
She's got hand prints on her body
Sad moonbeams in her eyes
Not so innocent a child
Writer(s): Rick Nowels, Neil Giraldo, William E. Steinberg
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