The waves are comin' clean, crash your breach.
And roll the tide that dreams, the tide that dreams tomorrow.
Carry on and cover me, the storm will come.
And it brings relief, make it bleed, haunt my star of sorrow.

Hang on, pull me back and align me, sink in, skies where angels hide.
Out from, the devil's eyes, we're blinded, we'll rise up, rise up with the tide.

Quarinah and ecstacy, hiding behind, the unspoken dreams.
What will it take to find, what's under the seams.
Sexual nicotine, you make me rise, just like steam.
I see right through you, but what does it mean?

Hang on, pull me back and align me, sink in, skies where angels hide.
Out from, the devil's eyes, we're blinded, we'll rise up, rise up with the tide.

Well, I can't seem, to shake it now, back into the depths of your sound
Another way, you bring me down, right to my knees.
Kick it in and drop it down, I throw the gears.
Now the clutch is burnt out, I can't get a grip.
The wheels start to slip, I lose control when you start to tease.

Hang on, pull me back and align me, sink in, skies where angels hide.
Out from, the devil's eyes, we're blinded, we'll rise up, rise up with the tide.

Hang on, pull me back and align me, sink in, skies where angels hide.
Out from, the devil's eyes, we're blinded, we'll rise up, rise up with the tide.

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