I heard a calling
From miles beyond the grave
What was it saying
I could not make out a word
Shiver in the cold light
And in your troubled mind
Darkness has enveloped your heart
And stole the lustre from your eyes
Still he holds on
As the light is fading out
Feels like your life is ebb, ebbing away
Feels like your life is ebb, ebbing away
It feels like the last strand of summer
It feels like the end of the day
Nothing to get up for tomorrow baby
Everything caught in decay
Shiver in the cold light
And in your troubled mind
Darkness has enveloped your heart
And stole the lustre from your eyes
Still he holds on
As the light is fading out
Feels like your life is ebb, ebbing away
Feels like your life is ebb, ebbing away
Ebbing away
Thinking staring out the window
There's one thing she can never know
You can never tell her
How close you are to letting go
Still he holds on
As the light is fading out
Feels like your life is ebb, ebbing away
Feels like your life is ebb, ebbing away
Feels like your life is ebb, ebbing away
Although there's still pulsing in you veins
Feels like your life is ebb, ebbing away
Feels like your life is ebb, ebbing away
Ebbing away
Ebbing away
Low Ebb was written by Tim Wheeler.
Low Ebb was produced by Owen Morris & Chris Kimsey & Ash.