Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pilate
Performer
Pilot Speed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Todd Clark
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
João Carvalho
Producer
Lyrics
Look out your front door
There's a ship coming in
I can't tell you what it brings
So carry your grief
On down to the port
Tonight we're bound for other shores
We live like the sun
Coming up, coming down
And ever distant, ever proud
Now a world unfolds
Shall the young never see
All the wounds that never bleed
Wounds that never bleed
Wounds that never bleed
Just hold the line
For you'll find my time's not enough
And I'll hold the line
For you'll find my time's not enough
Can beauty be stark
So sad and wise?
Just like an ocean in your eyes
Can I carry your load?
Can I slip in your skin?
I'm on the outside looking in
Outside looking in
Outside looking in
And just hold the line
You'll find my time's not enough
And just hold the line
And you'll find my time's not enough
It's a peace that I'm defending
I don't know, son
I don't know, son
Knowledge comes with price unending
I don't know, son
I don't know, son
Just hold the line
You'll find this time's not enough
There's a light on your face
And a hope on the breeze
A knowing whisper in the trees
There's money to burn
And books to read
Another lie to be believed
Writer(s): Todd Clark, William Keeley, Mandeep Bumrah, Chris Greenough
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