INTRO
VERSE 1
Soaring through the sky you spot me vulnerable and broken.
A product of your mess, I'm just a twinkle in your eye.
I hear the tidings of magpies, the laws of which unspoken,
You pick, you choose, you claw until you're strong enough to fly.
VERSE 2
Why are the things you choose to steal so delicate and glistening?
Alluring though they seem they don't mean anything to me.
Your ear to the ground you act as though you're surely listening
The meaning of my life is not the product that you [seek]
INSTRUMENTAL
VERSE 3
I've seen one thousand souls as the year colds, they're torn and rusting.
The year itself in riches but the torment won't subside.
One thousand more outside these bodies cold and worn, untrusting.
Don't pick at people's eyeballs you will make the people blind.
(GUITAR SOLO)
One thousand souls are torn.
INSTRUMENTAL
CHORUS
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn
You turn the tides, the tides are turned and now you are unworn
(Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn)
You turn the tides, the tides are turned and now you are unworn
(Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn)
INSTRUMENTAL, FEATURING GUITAR SOLO
OUTRO
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn
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