Rise above the tides

 Song of the day;;

→ Editors - The Racing Rats

When the time comes

You're no longer here

Fall down to my knees

Begin my nightmare

Words spill from my drunken mouth

I just can't keep them all in

I keep up with the racing rats

And do my best to win

Slow down little one

You can't keep running away

You mustn't go outside yet

It's not your time to play

Standing at the edge of your town

With the skyline in your eyes

Reaching up to God

The sun says its goodbyes

If a plane were to fall from the sky

How big a hole would it leave

In the surface of the earth?

Let's pretend we never met

Let's pretend we're on our own

We live different lives

Until our cover's blown

I push my hand up to the sky

Shade my eyes from the sun

As the dust settles around me

Suddenly nighttime has begun

If a plane were to fall from the sky

How big a hole would it leave

In the surface of the earth?

The surface of the earth?

Come on now, you knew you were lost

But you carried on anyway

Oh come on now, you knew you had no time

But you let the day drift away

If a plane were to fall from the sky

How big a hole would it leave?

If a plane were to fall from the sky

How big a hole would it make

In the surface of the earth?

The surface of the earth?

The surface of the earth?