Keane je trojice, která pochází z malého města Battle v Anglii, ležící nedaleko Hastingsu. V roce 1995 založil Tim s jeho kámošem Dominicem Scottem kapelu s názvem The Lotus Eaters. Pak požádali Richarda, aby hrál na bicí. Začli hrát skladby od...

Píseň: The Lovers are Losing

Interpret:
Keane
Album:
Perfect Symmetry
I dreamed I was drowning in the river Thames
I dreamed I had nothing at all
Nothing but my own skin


I dreamed I was drifting on the howling wind
I dreamed I had nothing at all
Nothing but my own skin


Slipped away from your open hands into the river
Saw your face looking back at me
I saw my past and I saw my future


You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging


Put it all back together
But anyway you look at things and 
The lovers are losing


I dreamed I was watching the young lovers dance
I reached out to touch your hand
But I was watching from a distance
We cling to love like a skidding car clings to a corner
I try to hold on to what we are
The more I squeeze the quicker we all are


You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging


Put it all back together
But anyways you look at things
Looks like the lovers are losing


I dreamed I had nothing at all (nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all (nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all (nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all


You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging


Put it all back together
But anyways you look at things
Looks like the lovers are losing


You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging


Put it all back together
But anyways you look at things
Looks like the lovers are losing