COLD HANDS - LIAS 

This city always makes me sad 
It’s your running after me 
In the dream that I still have 
With those cold hands 
Reaching from the past 

Rumors have it we don’t talk 
But every time I leave 
I’m left grasping for words 
With my cold hands, my cold hands 

Walked the streets I used to own 
Floating in the memories 
Of days before the dawn
Before those cold hands
Were reaching from the past 

Now like a breeze of fading scenes 
Scared of letting go of pain 
That used to keep me safe 
In those cold hands 
Those cold hands 

Cold hands 
Cold hands

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Produced by: Valentin Hebel, Sebastian “MUXI” Muxfeldt
Mixed by: Valentin Hebel, Sebastian “MUXI” Muxfeldt
Mastered by: Florian Siller
Songwriter: Elias Wuermeling (LIAS)
Recording Studio: Clouds Hill Studios, Hamburg
Supported with funds by the Initiative Musik gGmbH
Funded by Musicboard Berlin GmbH

Funeral of a Choir Boy

Cold Hands

LIAS’ songs, like pages in a diary, unravel stories of self-discovery and craft a sonic canvas that captures the essence of life's melancholy. With his EP ‘Funeral of a Choir Boy’ he creates a testament to the power of introspection and the courage to find your true purpose.