Swept away with the tide Through the holes in my hands Crown of thorns at my side (Swept away with the tide) Drawing lines in the sand For a moment of bliss In the passion We're craving

In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself In the heat of the moment, I know I can

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to

Stick it out Spit it out Stick it out Trust to your instincts If it's safely restrained Lightning reactions Must be carefully trained Heat of the moment Curse of the young