Текст песни Cold Hand - Peter Bradley Adams

Cold Hand

Got a brand-new face, but I’m broken on the inside\nBeen a lonesome day, now I’m looking at a long night\nIf it’s not too late, could you meet me on the east side\nNow the house is dark and I’m staring at a blank page\nAnd the words won’t come, so I gotta get my head straight\nNo one needs another song about a heartbreak\nWildfires roam free\nA black cloud covers me\nThe dry land groans deep\nAnd a cold hand touches me\nIt’s a dangerous game, like I’m swimming in a rip tide\nAnd there’s no escape when I’m lookin in your dark eyes\nIf it’s not too late, maybe this’ll be the last time\nWildfires roam free\nA black cloud covers me\nThe dry land groans deep\nAnd a cold hand touches me