Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gold Fields
Performer
Bram Inscore
Synthesizer Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan D'Sylva
Composer
Mark Fuller
Composer
Vinci Andanar
Composer
Rob Clifton
Composer
Luke Peldys
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gold Fields
Producer
Mickey Petralia
Engineer
Malcolm Besley
Engineer
Scott Horscroft
Engineer
Dave Bianco
Engineer
Damien Weatherley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rouble Kapoor
Assistant Recording Engineer
Alan Demoss
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(Verse)
The sun in my eyes feels like I wanna catch it
Around termal eyes got me talking backwards
I never take advice coming from the strange men
A battle onto wise, were drinking from the same can
But nothings cooler than ice
The wee under my path has got me on the right track
The sky turns to black, the sun won't try to fight back
I never make advance, your hand is in my hand
Head back to dry land, were dripping on the cool sand
But nothings cooler than ice
The sun in my eyes, the wind in my back
This could be your last time
Just come and lay down
The sun in my eyes, the wind in my back
This could be your last time
Just come and lay down
The sun in my eyes, the wind in my back
This could be your last time
Just come and lay down
Nothings cooler than ice
Written by: Luke Peldys, Mark Fuller, Rob Clifton, Ryan D'Sylva, Vinci Andanar