turn it up: feel the tide {mumford & sons}
She sits him down in a stiff chair
rubs his back and strokes his hair,
telling him it’s okay to cry
but he just sits and stares.
The merciless moon outside
has nothing now he’s come to realize
only the desolation he feels
the cold distance inside.
But you and I now
we can be alright,
just hold on to what we know is true.
You and I now,
though it’s cold inside,
feel the tide turning.
You can stand up if you want . . . .
While the priest just sits and weeps
lamenting the fact that he can see. Starving himself of the goodness, he doesn’t think he can heal.
Refusing what he knows to be real,
he stirs away from every meal.
starving himself of goodness,
he doesn’t think he can heal.
But you and I now
we can be alright,
just hold on to what we know is true.
You and I now,
though it’s cold inside,
feel the tide turning.
Cut to Winston on the banjo . . .
“What if I lost all I had?”
said the stranger to his dad.
And the witness was confused,
he can’t tell what is bad.
Instead he runs up to the nearest girl,
and he comments on her glorious curls . . .
says, “Darling come with me,
I’ll show you a whole new world.”
But you and I now
we can be alright,
just hold on to what we know is true.
You and I now,
though it’s cold inside,
feel the tide turning.