Second floor faced with you I say, Oh I
Think of things as they've always been, I say
Don't swear, but the water in the dark of the night
Restless ghost on their only moat, I lenze
And the tides are growing on me
And the tides are growing on me
Mountain top I've been all tide up each day
Oh I
Turn to you and like you always do, you say
Don't fight the current in the bitter afternoon
Polished thoughts get drowned up on the shore
And the tides are growing on me
And the tides are growing on me
If I open the window I can't see at all
Look at the map were so far out
You come around I can't tell a lie
Someone pick the apple of my eye
You wake so fast, you grow so slow
So I say wait (hold), a day (hold)
And the tides are growing on me
And the tides are growing on me
If I open the window I can't see at all
Maybe I'll go down gracefully
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