Low Tide

High Tide / Low Tide

It felt like the rain

Falling on me

As we stood by the seaside

The night eating our faces

And I was afraid

Hope it’s not my mind growing old

while my hands are shaking

Every step feels like a war

The salt on your skin

And the waves along the sand

Erasing our steps

Hold on I’m not drowing

I’m just going home for now

If you hold my hand tight

I’ll keep you close

So we won’t let those waves become a storm

It’s been a while

Since you closed your eyes and

You’ve let it grow inside your mind

Hope it’s just the time passing by

There’s another nail on the wall

There’s nothing left but a shape

It’s an endless night on fire

I’ll let you find out

What’s hiding in the back of my head

Hold on I’m not drowing

I’m just going home for now

If you hold my hand tight

I’ll keep you close

So we won’t let those waves become a storm

Hold on I’m not falling

I’m just loosing ground again

If you hold my hand tight

I’ll keep you close

So we would let those waves become our home