Uploaded March 2020 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Band: TIDES!
Song: 9000 Miles
Release: I'm Not Afraid of the Dark (release date: 07.02.2020)
Label: Midsummer Records
Distro: Cargo Records/Cargo Records Digital/Believe Music
Lyrics "9000 Miles"
Out of breath, but it’s not a surrender
I’ve been through this a hundred times before
and now that’s not the time to complain about things
but I won‘t sit tight and watch TV or listen to the radio
I pack stuff into bags and
I wont sit tight and let things take their course as
Friday night is not for being alone
I won‘t go there without you, won‘t go there without you
For being alone
When I’m face down there‘s a light
it makes my eyes shine bright
Waiting for the finish line
Where hours turn to moments
And I will make them mine
Oh this place fills up my heart so easily
with memories both sweet and sore
and pretty songs I’ve never heard before
People so lovely, food I’ve never had
Street signs I need to translate
Accents I can’t understand
Oh it hurts to write those lines
To be reminded day by day
That thats’s not home
This neighbourghood is yours, may we share it for now?
I’ll sleep on the floor, in the van, on the road
under the kitchen table
under the kitchen table
I love the kitchen table
Band: TIDES!
Song: 9000 Miles
Release: I'm Not Afraid of the Dark (release date: 07.02.2020)
Label: Midsummer Records
Distro: Cargo Records/Cargo Records Digital/Believe Music
Lyrics "9000 Miles"
Out of breath, but it’s not a surrender
I’ve been through this a hundred times before
and now that’s not the time to complain about things
but I won‘t sit tight and watch TV or listen to the radio
I pack stuff into bags and
I wont sit tight and let things take their course as
Friday night is not for being alone
I won‘t go there without you, won‘t go there without you
For being alone
When I’m face down there‘s a light
it makes my eyes shine bright
Waiting for the finish line
Where hours turn to moments
And I will make them mine
Oh this place fills up my heart so easily
with memories both sweet and sore
and pretty songs I’ve never heard before
People so lovely, food I’ve never had
Street signs I need to translate
Accents I can’t understand
Oh it hurts to write those lines
To be reminded day by day
That thats’s not home
This neighbourghood is yours, may we share it for now?
I’ll sleep on the floor, in the van, on the road
under the kitchen table
under the kitchen table
I love the kitchen table










