know where I?ve been I tell my lady that my ship?s coming in I got no time for fiasco and the last straw Seems to be a long ways away High Tide is coming
I know where I?ve been I tell my lady that my ship?s coming in I got no time for fiasco and the last straw Seems to be a long ways away High Tide is
place me on a ship of Oak And let it drift with tide Let the flames purify my soul On its way to hall up high Up high Fire!
battered soul was lost, She was abandoned...Silken threads like wings still shine, Wind swept pleasures still make patterns in her lovely hair... so dark and fine... Stands on high
we'd stay behind, Though balance is something fragile. While we thought we were gaining, We would turn back the tide, it still slips away. Our time
here waiting You took my time I still love you the same But I fell down every time that you Came, Came, Came
I am an island underneath the setting sun In an ocean that is churning For all I know there might be nobody nearby Still, the world it keeps on turning
matter how high you get You gon' come up short like Spud Webb My DUI's get waved by saying bye Still ridin' with no L's like James Tide, can't change
is pouring Under grey clouds, black butterflys still be soaring Flying in frienldy skies We classifying the highs Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide
t nothing left here but time) I'ma take it right back I'm on the grind Time to go for mine We still climb Feelin' alive Flowing line for line It goes I still
[Brady] Scared I'm gonna trip my fingers These fingers stuck in your third eye As I gotcha paralyzed your heart venture Bad tidings residing in liberal
the sideline I got to try different things in these trying times Twenty-ten is different than it was in nine-five It's come alive time, I picked a fine time
put the front a little higher And now you're rolling TJ ready Just be yourself holmes, no need to be fake Because everyone out here just having a good time
lines I love rainy Sunday afternoons Being kissed by sun And dreaming under the moon The way the ocean feels at high tide The gentle stillness of midnight
don't even like the job? Why do you hate the small-time thief When it's your own time, you'll always rob? Off goes intelligence to join high tide To
An orange balloon on the distant horizon The air had a nip for the sun was still rising A delicate fusion of ambery tone Brought warmth to the shore where
send the waters from Zion. He's good raise his Heaven up higher, It's gonna rain. (Well, it's gonna rain.) Well stop! Great God, stop still and listen
