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Dean Lewis - Waves (Official Video)

K-Pop

Année2016

Durée4m

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Official video for 'Waves' by Dean Lewis. Listen to more Dean Lewis now: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/MusicID Subscribe to Dean's YouTube channel: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/YouTubeID Sign-up to the Dean Lewis newsletter: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/SignUpID Follow the Complete Dean Lewis Playlist on Spotify: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/complete-playlistID Director: Mick Jones Prod. Company: Filthy Look Films Producer: Muy Lang Linda Ung DP: Mick Jones Editor: Muy Lang Linda Ung Color: Filthy Look Films 1st AD: Darin Berlin Lighting: Lumen Arty Gaffers: Steve Schofield & Alan Fraser Hair & Makeup: Lisa Mangion Stylist: Maree Lowes Camera Assist/Movi Op: Simon Koloadin Production Assist: Evan Pickering Cast: Ellie Rose Giddings & Daniel Peace Follow Dean Lewis - Website: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/MusicID/WebsiteGeneral Instagram: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/MusicID/Instagram Facebook: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/MusicID/Facebook Twitter: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/MusicID/Twitter Spotify: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/MusicID/Spotify Apple Music: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/MusicID/AppleMusic Amazon Music: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/MusicID/AmazonMusic YouTube Music: https://DeanLewis.lnk.to/MusicID/YouTubeMusic #DeanLewis #Waves #APlaceWeKnew #Pop #Acoustic Music video by Dean Lewis performing Waves. (C) 2016 Universal Music Australia Pty Ltd. 'Waves' Lyrics There is a swelling storm, and i'm caught up in the middle of it all. And it takes control, of the person that I thought I was, the boy I used to know. But there, Is a light, In the dark, and I feel its warmth. In my hands, and my heart, Why can't I hold on It comes and goes in waves, It always does, it always does. We watch as our young hearts fade, Into the flood, into the flood The Freedom, of falling, a feeling I thought was set in stone. It slips through, my fingers, I'm trying hard to let go, but it comes and goes in waves, It comes and goes in waves, and carries us away. Through the wind, down to the place we used to lay when we were kids. Memories, of a stol