| Song | Take Me To |
| Artist | Fiddler's Green |
| Album | Folk Raider |
| You'll never find your sleep you are a wayward son | |
| You think you're on your way the journey's just begun | |
| We try to read the sand we try to smell the blood | |
| It's just in sand we write before the great big flood | |
| We try to find the words that will not fade away | |
| We're looking for the words and pray to make them stay | |
| The more we try we know it's just our human blood | |
| That wants us here to stay before the great big flood | |
| Take me to the roaring sea let me drown my misery | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| Take me to the roaring sea the roaring sea the roaring sea | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| To your skin | |
| There is a grain of sand it's swimming on the foam | |
| There‘s a gust of wind | |
| I find no peace inside I find no peace of mind | |
| So tell me what is left | |
| In sand we write... | |
| You are just a grain of sand so come on and take my hand | |
| Never let us drown | |
| Blow away this bleeding pain | |
| Tell me nothing was in vain let the water wash the stains away | |
| Take me to the roaring sea let me drown my misery | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| Take me to the roaring sea let me drown my misery | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| Take me to the roaring sea | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| Take me to the roaring sea the roaring sea the roaring sea | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| To your skin |
| You' ll never find your sleep you are a wayward son | |
| You think you' re on your way the journey' s just begun | |
| We try to read the sand we try to smell the blood | |
| It' s just in sand we write before the great big flood | |
| We try to find the words that will not fade away | |
| We' re looking for the words and pray to make them stay | |
| The more we try we know it' s just our human blood | |
| That wants us here to stay before the great big flood | |
| Take me to the roaring sea let me drown my misery | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| Take me to the roaring sea the roaring sea the roaring sea | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| To your skin | |
| There is a grain of sand it' s swimming on the foam | |
| There' s a gust of wind | |
| I find no peace inside I find no peace of mind | |
| So tell me what is left | |
| In sand we write... | |
| You are just a grain of sand so come on and take my hand | |
| Never let us drown | |
| Blow away this bleeding pain | |
| Tell me nothing was in vain let the water wash the stains away | |
| Take me to the roaring sea let me drown my misery | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| Take me to the roaring sea let me drown my misery | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| Take me to the roaring sea | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| Take me to the roaring sea the roaring sea the roaring sea | |
| I expose my aching soul | |
| To your skin |