Slow This Thing Down

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.