Tide keeps creeping, squeezing me to row
Sad surrender of the summertime of my soul
Water will you wash me down and away
Carry me home to the place where I need to lay
Carry you there and halfway here again
Trying to freeze-frame, when the second hand seems to spin
I wonder can you tell me how
To keep on flowing to then from now

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There’s a quiet and a rest, it ain’t that bad, but far from the best
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me
And the time I wait will be my time to tell, if I’m walking blind or if I’m running well
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me

Rain crash harder, leave a ripple on my front page
Flood rise higher to drown out my age
Wave break down over me
Send me walking to where I need to be

Chorus

Solo (Acoustic)

Chorus

Solo Outro