Nothing can turn me now Come the terror, come the turmoil Close over breath and bones On the tide will flow Rivers of vibrant life Come the fever to the dead soil Stream with my dormant dreams On the tide will flow Cold is the waiting stone Come the change, I'm sick with hunger Burn me and make me whole On the tide will flow Slow and sure Come the fall, the fall I long for
Blind me and bring me home On the tide will flow Seed my world with auguries With agony and joy With fear to hold my spirit down And glory yet to come So will be the day: On the tide will flow Out from our eyes Out from our feeding hands No pain and no penitence No word to hold the flood to come Burn me and make me whole Blind me and bring me home On the tide will flow