If there's doubt in your mind from here on out,
send a search team out to find
The last survivor of the storm, and on this lips you will find him
Wading in your waters treading for time
Wading in your waters

Grated and [bad word] his body was from the storm
Splintered by the words to which he clung on
Soon he'll fall to the cold
Too cold to keep beating on

And i'm wading in your waters
treading for time
wading in your waters
wading in your waters
treading for time
wading in your waters

The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze to dry land
the frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze
The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze to dry land
the frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze