Waves from Outlines by Peter Doran

What a year what a year, I got no time, I got no time.
Were you pulled along, were you dragged under in an avalanche of days
Sunrise Sunrise, We rise and run, run now for our life
In the spinning lights in the hot coals we wrestle and we roar

Oh We go on, On this stage,
Forever turning, thrashing in the waves

What a day what a day, what a day what a day... all of us safe, all of us saved.
I hear your voice, I know you're out there but I cannot see your face
Out of time every time, trapped inside a storm with no eye
Hey what became of all the oceans that we crossed in our mind

Oh we go on, on this stage,
Forever turning, thrashing in the waves
Oh we go on, tied to this stage,
Forever turning, trashing in the waves

• Acoustic
• Indie Folk
• Irish
• RocK
• Songwriter
• acoustic
• folk
• lyrics
• percussion
• singer-songwriter
• songwriter
• Ireland