Frequency - Sam Brookes

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 this 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