Paroles:
Down Beneath The Tides

Acting on the instinct Of self haphazard yet You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout Beneath the tides of the washout The shaving down

Acting on the instinct Of self haphazard yet You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout Beneath the tides of the washout The shaving down

the tide took them all Cut down like lambs at slaughter, Good men were left for dead In the fall, in the fall, when the tide took them all Love... served

the soil beneath my feet is crumbling... She was my sun and now the light has faded away Night condensing around me, leading astray Shining image torn down

the low sky raining Over towered Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott And down

the ......... breath The desire, the pose one poses upon the precipice to fall to run to dive to tumble to fall down down into the spiral down and then

patterns made my wreath Prosperous in your ways Pale ghost in the corner Pouring a caress on your shoulder Puzzled by shrewd innocence Runs a thick tide beneath

retreat, we hide beneath the thunder's call Outside the rain keeps falling Outside the drums are calling Outside the flood won't wait Outside they're hammering down

And so we on our tiptoes creep Down the alleys, beneath the streets Past the trash and past the silt Past the canal which our hands built On our backs