I'm sad about the messages you're sending.
I'm sad about the sh** we're doing wrong.
I'm sad about the never ending love were in.
We keep pissing on the fire.
But it keeps burning so strong.
Can we both say I love you and get it on.
You're boy from Birmingham seems nice enough to me. But I'm quite afraid for you and your heavy vibe.
He doesn't know the troubled story that he has written himself into.
He doesn't know he is just a place for you to hide.
You ought to tell him best of luck man . Roll tide. Roll tide.
It can be easier to swim when the water is high.
Roll tide.
When what we want the most has us terrified.
Roll tide.
If we don't want to let go, we have to fight.
Roll tide. I'm asking now for reconciliation.
I'm asking now for what we have to say.
I'm asking now for both of us to do a little changing.
I want to dance with you forever in this wooden Cabaret.
If we just allow ourselves it will be okay.
I close my eyes now when I'm driving.
To feel the lack of distance between our sides.
To see the orange and purple glow of our two flames.
To take my weary self out for a ride.
To tell myself hang in there.
Roll tide. Roll tide.
It can be easier to swim when the water is high.
Roll tide.
When what we want the most has us terrified.
Roll tide.
If we don't want to let go, we have to fight.
And if we can't let go, than we have to try.
Roll tide.
Roll tide.