Sam Brookes - Frequency lyrics

If there's doubt in your mind from here on out Send a search team out to find The last survivor of the storm And on his lips you will find him Wading in your waters, treading for time Wading in your waters Grated and bruised his body was from the storm Splintered by the words to which he clung on Soon he'll fall to the cold Too cold to keep beating on And I'm... Wading in your waters Treading for time Wading in your waters Wading in your waters Treading for time Wading in your waters The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze to dry land The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze to dry land The frequency jams and a strong wind turns your gaze