Текстове на песни: Tom McRae. Tom McRae. Untitled.

Get me out, get me out, get me out of this room, let me see
Cut it out, cut it out, rip it out from this wound, let me bleed
But wait now, wait now for me...won't you...

Shut it out, shut it out, black it out with the night, to put me at ease won't you...
Talk it out, talk it out, yell out to the ghosts that stalk the street
But wait now, wait now for me...

And we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea
I've been waiting for so long

Take my hand, take my hand, kiss me softly, then take your leave..won't you..
Sit down, sit down, take the weight of me, let me grieve
But wait now, wait now for me

And we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea
I've been waiting for so long

But wait now, wait now for me

And we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea
I've been waiting for so long