The Tide

Beneath the hearts flowing stream
Rise the elements of nature's cruel force
Like waters run to the see
Bearing our souls we lay naked on the shore

And the tide rolls in
Up to our necks
Over our heads
What will be next

In silent towers of the sea
Blood-stained half-gods press their fingers to the stone
And serpents rise from the deep
The crashing waves pound our will into dust

And the tide rolls in
Up to our necks
Over our heads
What will be next

Into a warm silver sleep
Come chilling sleep bearing sweet kiss of grief
The boatman calls from the shore
Underneath it all I drown in a wharf

And the tide rolls in
(And the tide rolls in)
Up to our necks
(Up to our necks)
Over our heads
(Over our heads)
What will be next
(What will be next)
What will be next
(What will be next)
What will be next
(What will be next)