It just occured to me
That things aren't as they seem
It's conspiracy
And we're living in a world of quicksand
Castles on their keep
Still waiting under siege
For the turning tide up
Need some inspiration
Time to hitch a ride
On the turning tide
The service was so slow
My eyes began to grow into telescopes
That are looking at world of quicksand
Castles on their keep
Still waiting under siege
For the turning tide up
Need some inspiration
With no obligations
Cuase there's quicksand
Sucking up the goodness
Graciously impatiently
Is that the time out
Need recouperation
Time to hitch a ride
On the turning tide
To the turning tide
Writer(s): Gruffudd Rhys, Cian Ciaran, Huw Bunford, Dafydd Ieuan, Guto Pryce
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