Woorden: Blind Pilot. We Are The Tide.

Our time was ever on the road, the riders is in what we make,
Oh to hear, to hear of how in this give and take,
But hear it this way, hear it this way, alright.

The war is our hearts and lovers in the band we love,
We keep breaking our backs, hoping that it gives enough,
Oh, what do you need, what do you need,

Oh man there?s ladders to the sky, building up a high rise,
Oh man we won?t last long but we?re giving it our best try,
Don?t you know you?re alive, you know you?re alive,
None of us save the day, the war it told you.

Too mad, I?m in love with everybody on the city bus,
Feel the push and pull, hoping that it doesn?t mean much.
Oh what do you see, what do you see,

And everybody on the street is singing like it?s Sunday,
So we keep inside and you look steady at me.
Ah... Ah....

And we don?t know what left, but we feel it?s coming back soon,
So we?re standing in the street staring at a blood red moon,
We are the tide,
We are the tide,
And none of us save the day, the war it told you.