About "The Tide And Its Takers" album:
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"The Tide And Its Takers" by 36 Crazyfists, which was released in 2008 and consists of 10 songs.
Absent Are The Saints
With so many words we stand upon our dreams
With all the hell around,
It's exactly what it seems
Lying at the bottom we can't derive our fate
In the dead of night, absent of the saints.
Changed men, will change
There's only two kinds, ones with truth within and ones with plague inside
Clear The Coast
Ever since the fall, I've abandoned all the shadows... replacing history with moral victories.
And this light around my body and what it seems to be.
I'm still coming clean... tonight
When we fall from grace, we must rise from the dead...
And it's all just going away, the way I see it, it's the hardest thing I'll ever find myself.
And it's here we fear the most.
And there's nothing that can dim this light, at least from this distance.
There are whispers, ones that let me in on the upcoming.
I watched and listened, ready to take hold the sight, to take over the whole damn night.
I stay buried from loss that would kill me across.
Never go away, hold her tightly and I love harder than I can. Only one way out.
The voices are callin' me, outside in.
They hold the misery from breaking in...
With hours left and the light at the end is dimmer than, I watched and listened, leaving without loosing tonight, her breath on skin by candlelight.
I'll take loss from my face and leave grace in it's trace.
Only A Year Or So...
I want you to come home.
I'm tired of being alone.
And it's making me sick not knowing if you're safe and alright
The kids are growing up so fast.
And knowing you're missing them.
And they're missing you, has given me a pain so deep inside.
Something from this world can't explore.
Lately I feel like I've been becoming someone else.
Someone I don't recognise, and someone I don't even like.
I need you here to help me remember what it's like to truly be alive.
The All Night Lights
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
The Back Harlow Road
Never above, never below, always beside
I chose to back off from this open wound, to sweep this all into flames.
Scream under streetlights 'till the voice takes leave.
Life's beautiful miseries.
Never above, never below, always beside
Bot you can't make amends when no one lends a chance to make up a time to love.
I find myself into situations that bloom, and you were right, I should do something.
The Tide And Its Takers
Open to May, when we were young and brave.
Took steps to remove me, I'll come in and out with the tides.
The lost and the loved, I admire.
You had every chance to close this, to take it all down and out of sight.
Where there's nothing to find and there's nothing to hide.
Your breath fills my skin, all the way in.
In the event of an emergency I'll ask for your saving again.
Return to now, as we are opened wide.
Vast And Vague
We hit the floor with little certainty then truth entered with more.
Outlining all the ways of which to be.
But no longer the scenery we hoped has taken over an... and now more than ever you'll find out.
Why I try to fight these changes... battling me, I choose these chains, inside just imploding, slowing the sound,
I eat at this alive for the sake of breaking teeth.
Resist within, where true hearts ignite, engage within, fight to hold hearts high
With nothing left I am on anything to give me a repeat, the lack of faith and hope and the between.
Waiting On A War
I am waiting on a war, this panic is setting in...
From what it seems all could use some cleansing, better hurry up since were not pretending.
And panic wouldn't mean so much if there was such a thing as end in sight.
But I know it's only coming in waves, to seal our silence.
We're waiting on a war, coming through this weather, all aboard... (all aboard)
Into the Storm...
With all of this brings death descending.
We Gave It Hell
Voice reminds of where we are, in a cement city... Arrive!
We gave it hell and we find ourselves coherent and so unclear.
And I'm lost at sea with guides to spare, lost at sea with guides to spare.
This is the sound waves of desperation.
Ones of reminder and things that just won't heal and in time we will step away from all of this.
Cause it's the hardest and the longest, and in time we will make this all just disappear.
Let this dig in 'cause I can see the shore.
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