The tide is getting low
Where are you gonna go?
My problem with the whole thing
If is you leave honestly

I don’t think I can keep in line
I said I’ll try
But I bite my tongue all the time
Don’t need to let it show
When are we gonna know?
I keep on seeing your face in dreams
And waking up on the floor

The promise of the sea
Distorts reality
Part of me wants to turn from everything
If we’re
If we’re a string unraveling

I don’t think I can keep in line
I travel light
And I feel it come on bright

I don’t think I can keep in line
By sail or flight
When I feel the Sun come rise