How

stub-

born

are

the

scars

when

they

won't

fade

a-

way?

Or

just

a

gen-

tle

re-

min-

der

that

now

are

bet-

ter

days?

We'll

be

home

soon,

so

dry

your

eyes

You'll

be

o-

kay,

you'll

be

o-

kay!

Oh,

my

God!

The

wa-

ter

is

ri-

sing!

It's

ri-

sing!

You

just

have

to

be-

lieve

in

me!

Sail-

ing

out,

I'll

ride

this

storm

a-

lone!

We

can

still

make

it

out,

fuck!

I

can

help

you

through

this,

but

you

have

to

take

my

hand!

I

can

take

you

home,

take

my

hand,

take

my

hand!

I

should-

've

known

the

tides

were

get-

ting

hi-

gher

We

can

still

sur-

vive

And

I

think

we're

drow-

ning,

but

our

heads

are

still

A-

bove

the

waves,

a-

bove

the

waves

(I

should'-

ve

known

the

tides

were

get-

ting

hi-

gher)

(We

can

still

sur-

vive

a-

bove

the

waves)

(I

should'-

ve

known

the

tides

were

get-

ting

hi-

gher)

(I

should'-

ve

known

the

tides

were

get-

ting

hi-

gher)

We

can

still

sur-

vive!

You

ne-

ver

said

good-

bye,

good-

bye!

You

nev-

er

said

good-

bye,

good-

bye!

You

ne-

ver

said

good-

bye,

good-

bye!

You

ne-

ver

said

good-

bye,

and

now

you're

on

your

own!

You

ne-

ver

said

good-

bye!

You

ne-

ver

said

good-

bye!

Good-

bye!