4.Drift Towards Home
Time's wretched tides come flowing in
To wash all of your sins
The same as before come flowing in
And your hopes, save of me, to the sea
Over waves you roll
Over white stained foam
With all the breakers breaking backs
You drift towards home
Flailing your arms, you pull me down
To watch all of us drown
Shame on your head, you pull me down
And your hopes, save of me, to the sea
Please take my hands, I'm sinking too
But I'll try and save you
Holding me down, beneath the blue
And your hopes, save of me, to the sea
Over waves you roll
Over white stained foam
With all the breakers breaking backs
You drift towards home
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