Cold Hand - Peter Bradley Adams
Lyrics by：Peter Bradley Adams
Composed by：Peter Bradley Adams
Produced by：Peter Bradley Adams
Got a brand new face
But I'm broken on the inside
Been a lonesome day
Now I'm looking at a long night
If it's not too late
Could you meet me on the east side
Now the house is dark and
I'm staring at a blank page
And the words won't come
So I gotta get my head straight
No one needs another song about a heartbreak
Wildfires roam free
A black cloud covers me
The dry land groans deep
And a cold hand touches me
It's a dangerous game
Like I'm swimming in a rip tide
And there's no escape
When I'm lookin' in your dark eyes
If it's not too late
Maybe this'll be the last time
Wildfires roam free
A black cloud covers me
The dry land groans deep
And a cold hand touches me
