Tides کے بول

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 distant planes I feel it against my paper cuts And I'm holding onto nothing Clinging to the void as I'm riding the wave 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'm clutching at debris I'm trying to stay awake The water level rises I'm miles from the shore now And I'm riding a wave It's 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 pulling Pulling me back to you Taking my hand Dragging me under It's wonderful It's wonderful Pulling me under Pulling me through Tides are pulling me 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