through.
Set my sights high enough.
So I sing, turning tides apart,
singing for you.
If we wanna stay here,
can we see the waves?
They're spilling over us, filling our insides.
In the rising water,
in the rising tide,
they're spilling over me, filling my insides.
If we wanna stay here,
can we see the waves?
They're spilling over us, filling our insides.
In the rising water,
in the rising tide,
we wait for the fall.
