Lyrics Old Abram Brown - Tides

Second floor faced with you I say, Oh I

Think of things as they've always been, I say

Don't swear, but the water in the dark of the night

Restless ghost on their only moat, I lenze

And the tides are growing on me

And the tides are growing on me

Mountain top I've been all tide up each day

Oh I

Turn to you and like you always do, you say

Don't fight the current in the bitter afternoon

Polished thoughts get drowned up on the shore

And the tides are growing on me

And the tides are growing on me

If I open the window I can't see at all

Look at the map were so far out

You come around I can't tell a lie

Someone pick the apple of my eye

You wake so fast, you grow so slow

So I say wait (hold), a day (hold)

And the tides are growing on me

And the tides are growing on me

If I open the window I can't see at all

Maybe I'll go down gracefully