Tides

Composed by：Richard Oakes/Brett Anderson

Produced by：Alan Moulder

Tides are pulling

Pulling me back to you

Dragging me under

Making me new

It's wonderful

It's wonderful

It's making me scared

I don't know where it's going

Clothed in pale gray

Rolling like driftwood

Waving at planes

I feel against my paper curs

And I'm holding onto nothing

Clinging to the voids as I'm riding the waves

It's making me new again

Like a rain of bombs we'll fall to you

Through the blue

Through the blue

Tides are pulling me

I'm lost in the pale rain

I clutching at debris

I'm trying to stay awake

The water level rises

I'm miles from the shore now

And I'm riding the waves

Dragging me under again

Like a rain of bombs we'll fall to you

Through the blue

Through the blue

Like a rain of bombs we'll drop from the sky

A rain of fire

A rain of fire

Tides are puling

Pulling me back to you

Taking my hand

Dragging me under

It's wonderful

It's wonderful

Pulling me under

Pulling me under

Pulling me through

Tides are puling

Pulling me back to you

Taking me over

Making me new

It's wonderful

It's wonderful

Pulling me under

Pulling me back

To you