Soft skin on ice
Soft skin on ice
When I'm cold in the morning

Soft skin on ice
Soft skin on ice
When I'm cold in the morning

Well I wake up to my dormer 
Think I'm going mad again 
Just the sun was rushing in, it keeps me warm
Lift me up into your arms tell me something I don't mind
Cold in the morning

Soft skin on ice
Soft skin on ice
When I'm cold in the morning 
Soft skin on ice
Soft skin on ice
When I'm cold in the morning 
When I'm cold in the morning

It's hard enough to lever 
Living in this mangled mess, melted murmours in my chest 
I'm frozen sane
I'm frozen insane 
Lift me up into your arms tell me something I don't mind

Soft skin on ice
Soft skin on ice
When I'm cold in the morning 
Soft skin on ice
Soft skin on ice
When I'm cold in the morning
Soft skin on ice
Soft skin on ice
When I'm cold in the morning


‘Ice’ - is the aftershocks and residue left behind from trauma, It's the scars that still cause pain long after they have closed over. "I'm frozen sane" "Im froze insane" It is the worst of both worlds that you have no control over!"

'I wanted to create a family of songs, I needed an open space to be able to get different aspects of my mind out!

I wanted to make something new, something not everyone will like, but they all will respect it. Music is my way of communicating with people and the world.'
Sam Wickens

ICE (Radio Edit) - by Sam Wickens

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