The tide is getting low
Where are you gonna go?
My problem with the whole thing
Is if 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 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
