Waiting for the tide to turn
We were made to live like fire
Without fear of getting burned
We would like to write our future
But we haven’t found the words
And ohhh
Our souls will break these stones
Our lives have made us cold
We’re told our years are few
Oh, the time feels late
We’ve been grounded with the beggars
Carving scars into the earth
We’ve been shouting for the favors
But our world is looking hurt
We would like to write our future
But we haven’t found the words
And ohhh
Our souls will break these stones
Our lives have made us cold
We’re told our years are few
Oh, the time feels late
We’re returning to the glaciers
Troubled by the things we’ve heard
We’d prefer to stay forever
But the skies are looking cursed
We would like to write our future
But we haven’t found the words
And ohhh
Our souls will break these stones
Our lives have made us cold
We’re told our years are few
Oh, the time feels late
We were raised on tips of icebergs Waiting for the tide to turn We were made to live like fire Without fear of getting burned We would like to write our future But we haven’t found the words And ohhh Our souls will break these stones Our lives have made us cold We’re told our years are few Oh, the time feels late We’ve been grounded with the beggars Carving scars into the earth We’ve been shouting for the favors But our world is looking hurt We would like to write our future But we haven’t found the words And ohhh Our souls will break these stones Our lives have made us cold We’re told our years are few Oh, the time feels late We’re returning to the glaciers Troubled by the things we’ve heard We’d prefer to stay forever But the skies are looking cursed We would like to write our future But we haven’t found the words And ohhh Our souls will break these stones Our lives have made us cold We’re told our years are few Oh, the time feels late Explain Request ×
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