Rising Tides, Crashing Skies
Every word falling out of your mouth
Is black tar in my ears
How did you get a hold of the list
Of things I don't want to hear?
I don't believe a word that you say
But I'm taking it in stride
I think you're full of it, gotta get over it
To the other side
My mind
Is spinning like a turning table
This time
Like hanging on to jumper cables
I tried
To reason with an explanation
I won't be around this weekend
If you think that what you did is fine
Then maybe you were right
We are fundamentally different
And I cannot take your side
If you think that this is fine
I won't be mad when you cry
You'll be sick down your your stomach
When you finally realize
Rising tides, crashing skies
Rising tides, crashing skies
Saying you wanna keep an open line
But you never hit me up
You have a chance to piece it together
But you can't get down to what
What is really going on
And what is really going down
I will paint your words all over this town
My mind
Is trying hard to find the answers
This time
It's spinning like a tiny dancer
I tried
To come up with an explanation
I won't be around this weekend
If you think that what you did is fine
Then maybe you were right
We are fundamentally different
And I cannot take your side
If you think that this is fine
I won't be mad when you cry
You'll be sick down your your stomach
When you finally realize
Rising tides, crashing skies
Rising tides, crashing skies
By the time
You decide
To reflect on what you've done
I'll be out
Chasing dreams
Rising up just like the sun
You'll see me
Happily
Living life just like I should
Like the way you never could
Every day that passes by
You come closer to the edge
You're building up a mighty high fence
That you cannot seem to mend
I hope you find your inner peace
And you get what you deserve
I'm not sorry, this is gonna hurt
If you think that what you did is fine
Then maybe you were right
We are fundamentally different
And I cannot take your side
If you think that this is fine
I won't be mad when you cry
You'll be sick down your your stomach
When you finally realize
Rising tides, crashing skies
Rising tides, crashing skies
Is black tar in my ears
How did you get a hold of the list
Of things I don't want to hear?
I don't believe a word that you say
But I'm taking it in stride
I think you're full of it, gotta get over it
To the other side
My mind
Is spinning like a turning table
This time
Like hanging on to jumper cables
I tried
To reason with an explanation
I won't be around this weekend
If you think that what you did is fine
Then maybe you were right
We are fundamentally different
And I cannot take your side
If you think that this is fine
I won't be mad when you cry
You'll be sick down your your stomach
When you finally realize
Rising tides, crashing skies
Rising tides, crashing skies
Saying you wanna keep an open line
But you never hit me up
You have a chance to piece it together
But you can't get down to what
What is really going on
And what is really going down
I will paint your words all over this town
My mind
Is trying hard to find the answers
This time
It's spinning like a tiny dancer
I tried
To come up with an explanation
I won't be around this weekend
If you think that what you did is fine
Then maybe you were right
We are fundamentally different
And I cannot take your side
If you think that this is fine
I won't be mad when you cry
You'll be sick down your your stomach
When you finally realize
Rising tides, crashing skies
Rising tides, crashing skies
By the time
You decide
To reflect on what you've done
I'll be out
Chasing dreams
Rising up just like the sun
You'll see me
Happily
Living life just like I should
Like the way you never could
Every day that passes by
You come closer to the edge
You're building up a mighty high fence
That you cannot seem to mend
I hope you find your inner peace
And you get what you deserve
I'm not sorry, this is gonna hurt
If you think that what you did is fine
Then maybe you were right
We are fundamentally different
And I cannot take your side
If you think that this is fine
I won't be mad when you cry
You'll be sick down your your stomach
When you finally realize
Rising tides, crashing skies
Rising tides, crashing skies
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Writer(s): Maryann Carey
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