Lyrics

Your son's a man I would call handsome A friend you gave us for all time I thank you for another passage Your shoulders stand alongside mine It's a head count, we're part of a tribe On raging seas our even tide Will settle the harshest words And bring together both our worlds There's a bond that can't be broken As lesser men learned well in time Not every notion need be spoken But we're going to talk about it come Hell or high... It's a head count, we're part of a tribe On raging seas our even tide Will settle the harshest words And bring together both our worlds Through hard times, we realise No broken bones or wasted lives But the signs are up, we're on a roll No matter what our kids will grow I'll find you, of this I'm sure You couldn't told us less or more But I trust you, and of your kind The sanctuary of our minds Yeah it's a head count, we're part of a tribe On raging seas our even tide Will settle the harshest words And bring together both our worlds
Writer(s): Miles Hunt, Mark Mccarthy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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