制作
出演艺人
Kirsten Adamson
声乐
Fred Abbott
低音吉他
Jon Mackenzie
电吉他
作曲和作词
Kirsten Adamson
作曲
制作和工程
Kirsten Adamson
制作人
Fred Abbott
制作人
Bob Heatlie
制作人
Jon Mackenzie
制作人
歌词
Memories floating downstream,
Flooding my heart with places we have been.
Holding on, my grip is weak,
Being torn, and I cannot speak.
And walks out the room with our lives in its hands,
Holding our throats, taking the breath from our lungs.
Oh, we won’t stand a chance in the cold.
Disappear into my head,
History holding on by a thread.
Hide the shears out of my reach,
Life can throw lessons you cannot teach.
And walks out the room with our lives in its hands,
Holding our throats, taking the breath from our lungs.
Oh, we won’t stand a chance in the cold.
Not knowing, not feeling,
Not growing, not healing.
Another case of biting my tongue,
Shutting off what has just begun.
Oooo, we gotta slow this thing down
Before it grows its own legs
And walks out the room with our lives in its hands,
Holding our throats, taking the breath from our lungs.
Oh, we won’t stand a chance in the cold.
Oh, we won’t stand a chance in the cold.
Won’t stand a chance in the cold.
Won’t stand a chance in the cold.
Written by: Kirsten Adamson
