Sometimes I think this is all I know
That the moon moves your hands like the tides
and I know they’ll always come rushing back to me
but I miss you so much when the tide is low
always wishing you wouldn’t go
even when you’re gone I’m stuck in your undertow

I’m a shell on your beach, you’re the salt and the sea
You’re wearing me down but what’s left for me?

I lie anxious in waiting, although I know that you’ll come
another days gone by and my edges feel numb
after you leave, I look around, saddened by what I see
My clothes are on the ground, and I’m a little less me