Tides grow old
They pull away
The skies will hold
They'll guide me through the rain
They'll guide me through the rain
Seeking shelter from the storm
I heard a man speak his last words
He spoke of regret
Of never having walked on dry land
I can put your mind at ease
Hope will guide you towards the trees
Tides grow old
They pull away
The skies will hold
They'll guide me through the rain
They'll guide me through the rain
Seeking refuge once again
I can put your mind at ease
Hope will guide you towards the trees
We belong to them
I can put your mind at ease
Hope will guide you towards the trees
We belong to them
Something pulled me up
From the depths below