I have been waiting on the fault line
Living evil take me on
I will be standing with my dying bed
If you care [bad word] along

Racing with the rising tide
To my fathers door

I been lying in the bright light
See my shadow from below
Never wanted from another man
Never wanted for my own

Drowning in the rising tide
At my fathers door

Through a window to the last mile
My living picture on a wall
From the banks of the far side
I see the [bad word] ashore

Racing from the rising tide
To my fathers door
Racing from the rising tide
To my fathers door
Racing with the rising tide
To my fathers door