waiting for the tide
it's rushing in this time
you climb above your keep
& sail into the deep

the ocean waves a sultry hello\

ease off of me &nd somewhere left between
a house & its spoiled garden waits.
mishappening is always on your mind
instilled because you left it elsewhere.

you can't remember the past.
we shared with two of us inside.

we haven't seen the shore
i dream of leaving port
there's salt beneath my eyes
will we not wait to die.

saint john is waving a sultry hello.

ease off of me and somewhere left between
a house and its spoiled garden waits
mishappening is always on your mind
instilled because you left it elsewhere.

you can't remember the past
we shared with two of us inside.