Rising tide, we connect. To the rising high, no comment All those lonely nights, all undressed. To the rising tide, we connect We connect, we connect. We connect, we connect We're not here, in
Let me show you a face in disguise. A colour that's faded, swept aside by the tide. Scene after scene, later. There's a grey dust that's in our eyes A misty cover that hides on the turning tide
And when October goes. The snow begins to fly. Above the smokey roofs. I watch the planes go by The children running home. Beneath a twilight sky. Oh, for the fun of them. When I was one of
And when October goes. The snow begins to fly. Above the smokey roofs. I watch the planes go by The children running home. Beneath a twilight sky. Oh, for the fun of them. When I was one of