Second floor faced with you I say, Oh I Think of things as they've always been, I say Don't swear, but the water in the dark of the night Restless ghost on their only moat, I lenze And the tides are growing on me And the tides are growing on me Mountain top I've been all tide up each day Oh I Turn to you and like you always do, you say Don't fight the current in the bitter afternoon Polished thoughts get drowned up on the shore And the tides are growing on me And the tides are growing on me If I open the window I can't see at all Look at the map were so far out You come around I can't tell a lie Someone pick the apple of my eye You wake so fast, you grow so slow So I say wait (hold), a day (hold) And the tides are growing on me And the tides are growing on me If I open the window I can't see at all Maybe I'll go down gracefully