the waters low
its going out now. its going back out
it messes my shore and runs away
the waters low
with heavy shoes on i'm going out now
to pick the things up its brought my way
never fails when i'm halfway through
it comes back again
i'm in love with the way light moves
when the surface bends
im at home in the cold, cold blue
i've just one request
(just) give me room if i come up for air
please give me room i'm coming up for air
i heard a white lie there'll be better
times than these
lead shoes and high tide?
there's no better time!
you've got 2 eyes and 10 toes - i see you
and you're not lifting one finger - i see you
so i'm not lifting one either.