

(hummmm) Is there anybody still awake?
Or am I talking to the tide...
Summer nights are too long when you are cold
Standing on the wet concrete
Watching the streetlights drown in the mist
I kept your secrets in a shallow grave
And now the water is rising to my knees
But I am still waiting for the sound of your car
Every promise we made was just salt on the tongue
Left behind on the shore
Left behind
as the tide pulls away
Just the water moving now...
Just the cold wet sand... (ahhhh)