our love had becalmed
there was no stirring of eagerness
everything between us stilled
like an unoccupied address

we were in a neap tide
where we didn't gel
we were in an inert
inactive spell

with our affections
so unmoving
we weren't going to be
gyrating and grooving

the treacle syrup we shared
evaporated in the lulling air
nothing of love's tasty morsel
did we ever again square

oh yeah
oh yeah
that old neap tide
was the reason
why our love
did divide