We Ride

Fiction Family - We Ride
Sun rising over troubled waters
Over troubled fathers of the sons
Of sun and sand
Steady now, you're the loosest cannon
Not yet a man, but we're not children,
We're not kids anymore
And we ride
We ride
We ride
Down these living seas
Down these living seas
Down these living seas
Winter comes
And the deep is free
And turns clever thieves to steal the breath
From angry seas
Hold me down where blood meets water
Where time is black
And white bright blue until you breathe
Breathe
And we ride
We ride
We ride
Down these living seas
Down these living seas
Down these living seas
Down these living seas
Down these living seas