This life is such a violent tide, tosses us from side to side, to side,
Fast forward like magnetic tape, and dragging like a riptide, day to day.
Bounced around like surfers on a board, but when we hit the beach of Evermore...
There'll be sunshine, no more hard times on the Gold Coast, (Gold Coast)
Dancing all night on the north side,
Where the Spirit frees us, the wind cries, "Jesus, Selah."
The setting sun, the Southern Cross, the crimson moon, the limbo of the lost,
The breaking waves of saving grace against the shining shore where angels play.
We'll light a candle in the sacred sand and celebrate the luau of the Lamb.
There'll be sunshine, no more hard times on the Gold Coast, (Gold Coast)
Dancing all night on the north side,
Where the Spirit frees us, the wind cries, "Jesus, Selah."
Selah.
There'll be sunshine, no more hard times on the Gold Coast, (Gold Coast)
Dancing all night on the north side,
Where the Spirit frees us, the wind cries, "Jesus," (Selah)
There'll be sunshine, no more hard times on the Gold Coast, (Gold Coast)
Dancing all night on the north side,
Where the Spirit frees us, the wind cries, "Jesus, Selah."
