Late night Indian summer Moonlit beach - two lovers, one pulls away Is it the end? Uncertain Everything has its curtain call
The tide ebbs and so does her love Silver sharks devour dreams above And the waves roll on
His heart yearns devotion As wide as this ocean The moon burns a hole in the night Her heart catches an ember Tide rising she remembers The sharks will go hungry tonight
Like the tides Many things go high and low But some things must not be let go
And she said When the tide comes in I'll still love you We'll begin again out towards the ocean I'll follow you down
Like the tides, many things go high and low But some things must not be let go
And he said When the tide comes in I'll still love you When the roar becomes a whisper into the blackness I'll follow you down
