Pulling of the Tide

What lays down below the waves That can't be felt here in the air? But some still seek their passage in the haze But the darkened mist sometimes makes castaways Somewhere out there in the ocean Are lost survivors trying to fight The constant pulling of the tide So many lost at sea today Can they be found, can they be saved? Somewhere out there in the ocean Are lost survivors trying to fight The constant pulling of the tide Somewhere out there in the ocean Are lost survivors trying to fight The constant pulling of the tide So many lost at sea today Can they be found, can they be saved? Hear every word I have to say Or they may find your body in a cold watery grave