Song Lyrics

To the end of time, the world stops, we all stand sill
Let the floods come, as they always do, watch the sun break through
We are memories and signs, some of what we leave behind, waiting for the wave
We are fragments made of time, we are broken, we are fine,
There's something, repetition, real life, not some exhibition

I wouldn't wish it on you, I wouldn't wish it on myself
Insinuatory illness, over worked, can not help

To steal you from a future life, you've got to stop hurt
A thousand ways you can escape, disappear and fade away
Tell me that I'm wrong, all that strength can make you weak
Chasing you and chasing me, all night
There's something, repetition, real life, not some exhibition

I wouldn't wish it on you, I wouldn't wish it on myself
Insinuatory illness, over worked, can not help
The battle seems lost babe, you make it back like no one else

There's something, repetition, real life, real life, real life, real life

I wouldn't wish it on you, I wouldn't wish it on myself
The battle seems lost babe, you make it back like no one else
Insinuatory illness, over worked, can not help
I wouldn't wish it on you, I wouldn't wish it on myself
Myself, myself

Christopher Traynor, Gavin Rossdale

The duration of Seventh Wave is 4:23 minutes and seconds.