Sour eyes searching for your soul Farther from my shoreline I pray that your sore eyes flow And our there any survivors? Survivors? And our there any survivors? Survivors here? Lost in the moonlight; you crash into my coast I'm waiting for your high tide to wash away my sore eyes (and) soul And our there any survivors? Survivors? And our there any survivors? Survivors here? Wide awake in the bed you made Wide awake in the bed you've made And our there any survivors? Survivors? And our there any survivors? Survivors here?