Forever we'll go out into
the night with survival in all our eyes.
With knives in hand we stab at the sands of time.
To turn back and unwind.
Under the death of an age we were becoming stronger than...
With terror in our eyes, we wait on these skies to bring a new chapter...
I've seen life through death, under the weight of it all, we all collapse.
And these eyes on survive, we will come from the fall and rise again.
Like lions we tow the line, blood-sewn pact with truth inside.
With knives in hand we stab at the sands of time.
To turn back and unwind.
Under the death of an age, we were becoming stronger than...
With terror in our eyes, we wait on these skies to bring a new chapter.
I've seen life through death, under the weight of it all, we all collapse.
And these eyes on survive; we will come from the fall and rise again.
The all night lights.
With knives in hand we stab at the sands of time.
To turn back and unwind.
Under the death of an age we were becoming stronger than...
With terror in our eyes, we wait on these skies to bring a new chapter...
I've seen life through death, under the weight of it all, we all collapse.
And these eyes on survive, we will come from the fall and rise again.
Like lions we tow the line, blood-sewn pact with truth inside.
With knives in hand we stab at the sands of time.
To turn back and unwind.
Under the death of an age, we were becoming stronger than...
With terror in our eyes, we wait on these skies to bring a new chapter.
I've seen life through death, under the weight of it all, we all collapse.
And these eyes on survive; we will come from the fall and rise again.
The all night lights.
Writer(s): Thomas Noonan, Brock Lindow, Steven Holt
album: "The Tide And
Its Takers" (2008)
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The Tide And Its Takers
The All Night Lights
We Gave It Hell
The Back Harlow Road
Clear The Coast
Waiting On A War
Only A Year Or So...
Absent Are The Saints
Vast And Vague
When Distance Is The Closest Reminder
Northern November
The Tide And Its Takers
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