Из альбома: Outside Our Gates

We build bridges
Don't we
Sometimes need a hand


Despite our best laid plans
Don't we
Sometimes miss what we had

And we struggle
Don't we
Sometimes lose the reasons

But in the peaceful morning
We can clearly see
Where we've been

Oh, and the tide pulls us out, alright
Oh, and the tide pulls us out, alright
Oh, when the tide brings us back
How sweet it is

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