Hear that something... A pale misty sound The more things change the more they stay the same Heading out on high tide waves Not afraid to fall, I'm older
번역: 그린 카네이션. 하이 타이드 웨이브.
matter how high you get You gon' come up short like Spud Webb My DUI's get waved by saying bye Still ridin' with no L's like James Tide, can't change
For line, for line, for line it goes [Prevail] Yo, the road to glory Is the story of strength The glorious road warriors We travel the length We've seen high times, low tides Waves
That was as far as the tide came in I remember the starfish and the wails of the sirens then We replaced the tridents, embraced Poseidon Discovered ourselves
shaken Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the sinners in to sell such a Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave
matter what you dream or feel or say It ends in dust and disarray Like wind on the plains, sand through the glass Waves rolling in with the tide Dreams
with all the riders Has drifted out to sea Compass cracked and stars unnamed It's lost to history And the riders in captivity Watch ancient waves roll high
Farewell my wistful Saigon bride I'm going out to stem the tide A tide that never saw the seas It flows through jungles, round the trees Some say it's
bulls-eye And paranoia that self-employer Is following in heavy disguise Off goes intelligence to join high tide To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave
with open belt If dreams were we, I'd be the sea And you're some crazy fishing man You're line's on fire You're caught in my tide Your sky's expiring
, I can tell you there's no easy way out Soon the guiding moonlight will be gone Out upon the ocean waves subside From the weakness of the tide That punishes
I can tell you there's no easy way out Soon the guiding moonlight will be gone Out upon the ocean waves subside From the weakness of the tide That punishes
become a rat these days And I swim like one alone again Barely surviving the tidal wave My good intentions just keep sliding by the way side But its high tide
bless in the shame, built to burn, Shot you through with fire that feeds you. Hide from these opium tides, See how the waves grow high, Higher than
fourth wave cities, they reopened the door Boston, Berkley, Orange County, Seattle, L.A. A time on the radio the whole world it played The tide is high
in His arms While riding through the storm While riding through the storm Jesus holds me in His arms I am not afraid Of the stormy winds and the waves Though the tides become high