Lyrics

High Tide

High tide, mirroring the mountains
On the other side of the water on the beach
Where I hide in buildings made of sand
And pray for rain

This thread leading from us to the ocean
Giving to us a sense of devotion
The only ones following the lines that brought us here
Are locking their doors that open to the sea

We all come home
We walk that long thread line
We all return to the sea
Where immortals we will be

Our legs are aching from the pounding
On the concrete, trav'ling up our shoes
And into our bloodstream
The rhythm of a million marching
Is now all we hear
It's a song we carry in our bones

High tide covers every mass deception
Our hearts are breaking down with no exception
This hopelessness gripping children and their families
Who lead them marching to the sea

We all come home
We walk that long thread line
We all return to the sea
Where immortals we will be