Riptide (feat. The Big Grey Man)

Time to ride on the riptide, yeah
Let the water run you out to sea
It's just quicker to embrace the chaos
In the future what will be, will be
Just let yourself go with the undertow
Float on the surface with the salt and the foam
In the breakers, no they won't break us
If we keep enough back we can land when they crash

He said
Sunshine you've got me wrong
(In the breakers, no they won't break us)
I've been on dry land way too long
(In the breakers, no they can't make us)
If you could only see me on the open sea
Where I'm ruled by the swell and out living free
You'd be living on a different side
Leave the world behind

Come aboard, he said
You look like someone with nothing to lose
I'll warn you this though, this life's not for everyone
You'll know soon enough if it's for you

Time to ride on the riptide, yeah
Let the water run you out to sea
It's just quicker to accept your fate
Close your eyes and face your destiny
Just hold yourself fast, like you're tied to the mast
Shed your old skin, say goodbye to the past
In the breakers, no they won't break us
If we keep enough back, we can land when they crash

He said flying, is just falling with style
(Keep a cool head, now you got your sea legs)
You don't need to be brave, to face your death with a smile
(Just let yourself go with the undertow)
It's only natural to cling to life
If you live by the sword you might die by the knife
The old world's snapping at my heels
It'll get you too

I didn't tell you the whole truth back then he said
There's one more thing I need to do before the end
Are you in or are you out?
In, I said
Though if I'd known what he'd meant, I might have said different

Keep a cool head, Queequeg, now you got your sea legs
Third time under's the charm
Keep a cool head, Queequeg, now you got your sea legs
The cargo can't come to no harm
You can't build the castle if you can't keep it together
Empty half a lung, son, calm your resting tremor
Hold yourself fast, like you're tied to the mast
Shed your old skin, say goodbye to your past

The thought came, unbidden
What he said to me when we first met
The last thing you want to do in a tight spot is think too much

Of course by then it was too late



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Writer(s): Chris Talman
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