Tides we don't remember（版本 2）

Verse

Ice on your collarbone where the fire went low

Steam rising from the hollows of our throats

The weight is lifting off this frozen shore

Bare feet on the waterline, we watch it turn to gold

Every single drop that's left inside us, melting slow

You pull my shoulder through the smoke and the pale light

We move towards the black where tomorrow starts to rise

Pre-Chorus

Hold your breath and let it slide

Leave behind what we can't control

Chorus

Feel it running up our veins like a live wire through the chest

Tides we don't remember, dragging us out into the rest

Every step we take is pulling us across the line

Tides we don't remember, washing clean and clear of all this time

We don't remember how to turn around

Verse

Salt on our tongues where the wind went cold

Your palm against my collarbone, a signal only we can read

The city's burning out behind the dark horizon line

Every single thing that kept us down, it's being pulled apart and gone

Bare feet on the waterline, we watch the tide turn to gold

You pull me closer through the smoke and the pale light

We move towards the black where tomorrow starts to rise

Every single drop of what we used to be, it's floating free

Pre-Chorus

Hold your breath and let it slide

Leave behind what we can't control

Chorus

Feel it running up our veins like a live wire through the chest

Tides we don't remember, dragging us out into the rest

Every step we take is pulling us across the line

Tides we don't remember, washing clean and clear of all this time

We don't remember how to turn around

Bridge

No map can show where we go from here

Just a compass spinning in our hands, pointing nowhere

Chorus

Feel it running up our veins like a live wire through the chest

Tides we don't remember, dragging us out into the rest

Every step we take is pulling us across the line

Tides we don't remember, washing clean and clear of all this time

We don't remember how to turn around

Outro

Bare feet on the waterline

Pull me closer through the pale light

We don't remember how to turn around