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.