Eight o'clock
The devil's shot
A broken bulb
The autumn crop
The first cracks
Of our winter fire
Come town or tide
The storm arrives

Sunday din
The shit comes in
The early start
The deadly sin
The flood that
Scars the heart
Come town or tide
The ink will dry
Reverse the flow
The hands unwind
Slow

(Control this tide)
Adrift on the raging waters
(Fall out and rise)
Asleep at the wheel
(One fold in time)
Blinded
The stars won't guide you
(Your way)
Release your grip
Let go of it
Let go of the pendulum

(Control this tide)
Adrift on the raging waters
(Fall out and rise)
Asleep at the wheel
(One fold in time)
Blinded
The stars won't guide you
(Your way)
Release your grip
Let go of it
Let go of the pendulum

Release your grip
Let go of it
Let go of the pendulum

Here the wave will start
Control this tide
And slow my racing heart
Here the line will form
All awake
We crash through
The sea wall