Eight o'clock The devil's shot A broken bulb The autumn crop The first cracks Of our winter fire Come town or tide The storm arrives Sunday din The shit comes in The early start The deadly sin The flood that Scars the heart Come town or tide The ink will dry Reverse the flow The hands unwind Slow (Control this tide) Adrift on the raging waters (Fall out and rise) Asleep at the wheel (One fold in time) Blinded The stars won't guide you (Your way) Release your grip Let go of it Let go of the pendulum (Control this tide) Adrift on the raging waters (Fall out and rise) Asleep at the wheel (One fold in time) Blinded The stars won't guide you (Your way) Release your grip Let go of it Let go of the pendulum Release your grip Let go of it Let go of the pendulum Here the wave will start Control this tide And slow my racing heart Here the line will form All awake We crash through The sea wall