Sangtekst: Kasabian. Processed Beats.

I ran from the tide/won't let you hide/won't let you hide
I drop beats from this processed meat
for a conversation/a meditation and
I cut waves like some unborn sage
just like terrorists on a day of rest singin

I ran from the tide/won't let you hide/won't let you hide

I break bones stealin mobile phones
and I'm cuttin deals for these homeless meals
makin idle threats using chinese burns
as you load my head with the grateful dead singin

I ran from the tide/won't let you hide/won't let you hide
I ran from the tide/won't let you hide/won't let you hide

I ran from the tide/won't let you hide/won't let you hide
I ran from the tide/won't let you hide/won't let you hide