Tide keeps creeping, squeezing me to row. Sad surrender of the summertime of my soul. Water will you wash me down and away. Carry me home, to the place where I need to lay. Carry you there and halfway here again. Trying to freeze-frame, when the second hand seems to spin. I wonder can you tell me how to keep on flowing to then from now.
There's a quiet and a rest, It ain't that bad, but far from the best, And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me. And the time I wait will be my time to tell If I'm walking blind or if I'm running well, And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.
Rain crash harder, leave a ripple on my front page. Flood rise higher to drown out my age. Wave break down over me; send me walking to where I need to be.
There's a quiet and a rest, It ain't that bad, but far from the best, And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me. And the time I waste will be my time to tell If I'm walking blind or if I'm running well, And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.
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