Fault Line

I've been waiting on the fault line

Living evil take me on

I'll be standing with my dying bed

If you care to come along

Racing with the rising tide

To my father's door

I been lying in the bright light

See my shadow from below

Never wanted from another man

Never wanted for my own

Drowning in the rising tide

At my father's door

Through a window to the last mile

My living picture on a wall

From the banks of the far side

I see the lights come ashore

Racing from the rising tide

To my father's door

Racing from the rising tide

To my father's door

Racing with the rising tide

To my father's door