Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tidal, artist - Protest The Hero. Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Song language: English
Tidal |
| Awake, unfazed, |
| Morning light tells of the dawning day |
| Just like any day |
| Brush off sleep’s touch, |
| Clear midnight’s haze |
| There’s nothing extraordinary here, |
| A flaccid world, unfit, unclear |
| Desperate for something more |
| Something more than getting by |
| Empty faces on the sidewalk, |
| Listless and limping to a lie, |
| Of a bright and pleasant future, |
| Of a blue and cloudless sky |
| A phantom whisper sounds deceiving |
| It brings with it the question «why?» |
| We work until we are unable, |
| Then locked away until we die |
| But then it happened |
| Everything changed in but an instant |
| A violent burst of brilliant colour, |
| somehow close and somehow distant |
| From a whisper, |
| to a scream, |
| to a hoarse, distorted laugh |
| There is no hope of restitution |
| There is no ever going back |
| In dreamless sleep, |
| one ponders death |
| Hold back the fleeting final breath |
| Knuckle white, slipping grip, |
| jaw clenched tight, and quivering lip |
| This cannot happen |
| This cannot be |
| Escape a life of anonymity |
| to be a drop into the sea, |
| whose ripple turns to tidal wave |
| that sweeps the shores it once forgave |
| But crashing down upon the shore, |
| the sea is silent evermore |
| Awake, unfazed, |
| morning light tells of the dawning day |
| just like any day. |
| Brush off sleep’s touch, |
| clear midnight’s haze |
| There’s nothing extraordinary here, |
| a flaccid world, unfit, unclear |
| Desperate for something more, |
| something more than getting by |
| There’s got to be something more than this |
| It sounds so deceiving |
| Begging the question «why?» |
| Begging the question «why?» |
| Why do we work until we are unable? |
| Why do we work until we die? |
| A drop into the sea |
| whose ripple turns to tidal wave, |
| and sweeps the shores it once forgave |
| The sun, the moon, the Earth, |
| conversed and agreed, |
| the people of the world must pay for its atrophy. |
| But crashing down upon the shore, |
| the sea is silenced evermore |
| But then it happened |
| everything changed in but an instance |
| A violent burst of brilliant colour, |
| somehow close and somehow distance |
| What unknown face now breaks the silence? |
| What tipping force disturbs the balance? |
| Swift and sober, comes a voice, offering a bitter choice |