Quarry - Migrant Soul Lyrics

Jump with me
On the brand new sand
On the side of the tide
It's hard to say
How it can be
So cruel
To forget this rule
Called love
In a sense
We know it as
The prize day

Breathe new son
This old street that we love
Like a migrant soul
We take a sidestreet
To escape this space
Filled with sounds like rain
Now we're flying so low
We want now
Our prize day

Fear is coming
Be my lover
And hold me again

Feel this land
Like was someone's hand
We take up the time
It's hard to be still

But it's not too late
To reject the fate
We were lying so cold
We want now our prize day

Fear is coming
Be my lover
And hold me again
Be my lover