D.O.T.

Tides are mistaken sometimes,
tearing the wrong things, aside,
they don't mean harm,
do they even know the're rolling in?

Don't go blaming them,
it won't give you any rest,
Neither will it bring back,
what was taken...

I might stay awake for a while,
Look at these palms in the dim light,
They were yours too, every inch and every growing groove.

They carry me,
And I fear no scars, no,
They are just as meant to be,
As the light you left, here

Holding a breath, for two
keeping my sight,
on these changing, waters.

Time is alive, so true,
I'll meet your gaze,
In the dark of tomorrow,

...where you'll meet mine too.

Tides, Tides are mistaken sometimes,
tearing the wrong things, aside,
they don't mean harm, oh no,
do they even know the're rolling in?

Don't go blaming them,
it won't give you any rest,
Neither will it bring back,
what was taken...
from you

Holding a breath, for two
keeping my sight,
on these changing, waters.

Time is alive, so true,
I'll meet your gaze,
in the dark of tomorrow.