Sam Brookes Frequency
If there's doubt in your mind from here on out
Send a search team out to find
The last survivor of the storm
And on his lips you will find him
Wading in your waters, treading for time
Wading in your waters
Grated and bruised his body was from the storm
Splintered by the words to which he clung on
Soon he'll fall to the cold
Too cold to keep beating on
And I'm...
Wading in your waters
Treading for time
Wading in your waters
Wading in your waters
Treading for time
Wading in your waters
The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze to dry land
The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze
The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze to dry land
The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze
