Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kissing the Flint
Performer
Leah Chynoweth-Tidy
Vocals
Laurie Rayment
Guitar
louis parish
Drums
Ken Chynoweth-Tidy
Bass
Win Liv Shak
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leah Chynoweth-Tidy
Composer
Laurie Rayment
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Beacon
Engineer
Huey Dowling
Mixing Engineer
Letra
What is there to do when all hope seems lost
When you’re standing in the wreckage and counting that cost
When the mist starts rising and conceals your view
When you’re standing at the crossroads with no idea what to do
And all we can do is just keep on keeping on
And ride that rolling stone
All that’s left for you is to keep on walking on
Until you make it home
What more can you do
But ignore the smoking gun
To dream on and sleep alone
Until the day is surely done
Until somebody drops the bomb
The road is long and the end often unclear
We step into each new day armed with hope or fear
It feels like we’re alone, but there must be
Others in that same boat, rowing desperately, yeah yeah
And all we can do is to keep on keeping on
And ride that rolling stone
All that’s left for you is to keep on walking on
Until you make it home
What more can you do
But ignore that smoking gun
To dream on and sleep alone
Until the day is surely done
Till somebody drops the bomb
All I know smells of cheap perfume
And I’m always standing on the fringe of rooms
The rain keeps falling on my aching head
Some days all I feel is the weight of lead
Is there something else instead, yeah yeah
The story’s just beginning, the heroes are yet to win
The fight has barely started, still we don’t know how to begin
Is the writing on the wall, has it even been written yet?
Cos some days you live to remember
Other days you’d just die to forget, yeah
All we can do is to keep on keeping on
And ride that rolling stone
All that’s left for you is to keep on walking on
Until you make it home
What more can you do
But ignore that smoking gun
To dream on and sleep alone
Until the day is surely done
Until somebody drops the bomb
Walk on, make it home
Dream on, sleep alone
Until the day is surely done
Written by: Leah Chynoweth-Tidy

