Twang Tide Rift

The salt is biting on the wind tonight

Our headlights casting a pale silver light

And the waves are calling out

Rising up without a doubt

Oh, pull us out into the deep blue water!

(under the tide)

We float in the quiet space

Lost in the cold embrace

Oh, pull us out into the deep blue water!

(under the tide)

Into the drift we go

(so slow)