Rising Tide

When you're standing underneath that wave And you run out of something good to say When the snowflakes melt into the rain And the sunshine warms you up with pain Digging up the roots of a mirabelle tree In the loathing sands of honesty All the space and time around to grow All the space and time to never know And as you slip you're always bound to slide Blend into the passing rays of light Then you've found you've used up all your time Eaten by the mouth of rising tide Picking off another one Filling up another bucket of fun Now the bucket's overrun Leave the rest to dry out in the sun Soon they'll wash away Underneath the waves of life And as you slip you're always bound to slide Blend into the passing rays of light Then you've found you've used up all your time Eaten by the mouth of rising tide When you've filled your bucket to the line Then the truth begins to solidify In the center of the magic eye The everlasting pull of rising tide