Higher Grounds

growing tide always tired

growing tide didn't even see it grow

always tired couldn't read the current flow

that's no gentle breeze, it's the growing tide

tangled up in thoughts, with no land in sight

all this time too fucking high

all this time the warning signs were neon bright

growing tide you can watch it glow at night

way to high to see, it's the growing tide

get us out of here, there is land in sight

we find ourselves in higher grounds

I feel the air, I see you there, you're still around

you led me there, to higher grounds

a place to start, to try again, that's what we found