Musicians:
Roger Whipp: Vocals
Johnny Branchizio: Guitars
David Gomez: Drums
Jordi Fiol: Bass guitar
Abel Boquera: Keyboards
Kena Toledo: Backing vocals
Cidon Trindade: Percussio
Patricia Martinéz Ríos: Violins
Gilbert Bernadó: Cellos
Jauma Villaseca: Acoustic piano

Production
Word and music: Roger Whipp
Arrangments: Johnny Branchizio

©Copyright 2006
words and music: Roger Whipp


 

Passion


Running around the town like you think you own it
The king in his birthday gown, he didn't know it
Feeling all at sea when the tide is rising high
A drowning man's eyes as he watches his life go bye


You're up so high I can't even see you
Flying on borrowed wings will never free you
Running with the pack when the field is over run
My hearts on the floor your diamonds always won


And if the world you're in is laughing in your face
Indians in fancy dress are taking up the chase
And if the room you're in is invading all your space
Don't blame me it ain't my problem, ain't my problem


Sitting on a mountain in a state of madness
Hard is the road long and mindless
Watching as the time runs out of an hour glass
Dust and the wind covering all your past

And if the world you're in is receding out of reach
Idiots in fancy dress are falling at your feet
And if your searching for some fire in my eyes
Loving you it ain't my passion

It ain't my passion
It ain't my passion ...