Fiction Family - We Ride
Sun rising over troubled watersOver troubled fathers of the sonsOf sun and sand
Steady now, you're the loosest cannonNot yet a man, but we're not children,We're not kids anymore
And we rideWe rideWe rideDown these living seasDown these living seasDown these living seas
Winter comesAnd the deep is freeAnd turns cle开发者_开发技巧ver thieves to steal the breathFrom angry seasHold me down where blood meets waterWhere time is blackAnd white bright blue until you breatheBreathe
And we rideWe rideWe rideDown these living seasDown these living seasDown these living seasDown these living seasDown these living seas
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