Coil - Tidelands

Need it, want it, love it, be the Coil

The beat arrives

Chance and magic, the force that feeds us all

The beat arrives

You know we’re part of something extra-ordinairre

You see it in the smiles of those who share

Follow brothers, wives and mothers

The beat arrives

Joys and sorrows, bent and borrowed hearts, heed the call

As the beat arrives

The sky will fall the sun will radiate your golden face

As we’re rising high above on waves of extraordinary grace

En garde, touché, let’s fight

With our words and guitars it makes no mind

All bark and no bite, is the sign or the lie we can’t abide