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