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 alongRacing with the rising tide to my father's door

Racing with the rising tide to my father's doorI've been lying in the bright light,

See my shadow from below

Never wanted from another man,

Never wanted for my ownDrowning in the rising tide at my father's door

Drowning in the rising tide at my father's doorThrough a window to the last mile,

My living picture on a wall

From the banks of the far side,

I see the lights come ashoreRacing from the rising tide to my father's door

Racing from the rising tide to my father's doorRacing with the rising tide to my father's door