Drifting with the Tide
There's sunshine on the gutter.
There's glitter on the floor.
Even music in dark places.
There's a handle on the door.
Chorus:
If you won't open up
It's like binding up your eyes
Falling back in the arms of fate
And drifting with the tide -
Drifting with the tide.
Bridge:
If time had wheels, it would move too slowly;
So, it flies.
Turn around quickly; you might see the shadow of your former self,
Silently following.
Chorus:
If you won't open up
It's like binding up your eyes
Falling back in the arms of fate
And drifting with the tide -
Drifting with the tide.
You're walking through a hallway
With doors on every side;
Choose your own direction,
Swing the doors out wide.
Chorus:
If you won't open up
It's like binding up your eyes
Falling back in the arms of fate
And drifting with the tide -
Drifting with the tide.
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