The Night Tide Lyrics - Singles - Blood Ruby

She makes her home, 

She lives alone 

By the seaside. 

Her fingers comb; 

She folds the foam 

By the seaside. 

She sits and sways; 

She makes her way 

To your insides. 

What losses her choices. 

The years pass; 

Her longing ebbs and flows. 

Her whole life a slow slide 

Caught in the undertow 

Of the night tide. 

Her ear's soft cone, 

Rosettes of folds 

Like a seashell. 

Her timid hands 

Smooth out the sand 

Where the sea swells. 

Her tiny sighs 

Cut through the night 

Like a buoy bell. 

What losses her choices. 

The years pass; 

Her longing ebbs and flows. 

Her whole life a slow slide 

Caught in the undertow 

Of the night tide.