as the tide comes in and washes out,
my love follows suit, on this roundabout
as the moon awakes, and waxes and wanes,
my love soon tailgates, cuts into your lane
as the sun ascends, and rises and sets
my love imitates, amber signs for regret

as the tide continues to come and go,
my love follows every high and low
my love is tired, my love is slow
my love is putting me on death row

but for as long as the dawns still crack
my love for you never dares to lack

my love knows your love, after all,
and my love is in the backseat
in case your car stalls.