Song parody of
We Are the Tide
by Blind Pilot
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Our time is ever on the road, the ride is in what we make
I walked a year to hear a howl in this give and take
But hear it this way, hear it this way
And war is in our hearts and blood is in the land we love
We keep breaking our backs, hoping that it gives enough
But what do you need? What do you need?
Oh man, it's ladders to the sky, building up a high-rise
Oh man, we won't last long but we're giving it our best try
Don't you know you're alive? You know you're alive
And none of us stay the day we're born 'til when we
And tonight I'm in love with everybody on the city bus
I feel the push and pull, keep saying that it doesn't mean much
But what do you see? What do you see?
And everybody on the street is singing like it's Sunday
But we keep inside and our looks stay at bay
And we don't know what left but we feel it's coming back soon
And so we're standing in the street staring at a blood-red moon
Well, we are the tide, we are the tide
And none of us stay the day we're born 'til when we
Our time is ever on the road, the ride is in what we make
I walked a year to hear a howl in this give and take
But hear it this way, hear it this way
And war is in our hearts and blood is in the land we love
We keep breaking our backs, hoping that it gives enough
But what do you need? What do you need?
Oh man, it's ladders to the sky, building up a high-rise
Oh man, we won't last long but we're giving it our best try
Don't you know you're alive? You know you're alive
And none of us stay the day we're born 'til when we
And tonight I'm in love with everybody on the city bus
I feel the push and pull, keep saying that it doesn't mean much
But what do you see? What do you see?
And everybody on the street is singing like it's Sunday
But we keep inside and our looks stay at bay
And we don't know what left but we feel it's coming back soon
And so we're standing in the street staring at a blood-red moon
Well, we are the tide, we are the tide
And none of us stay the day we're born 'til when we
