The Tide

Look now the tide is getting higher The weight of the world could bring you down If you don't fight it. White noise around is turning louder Anyway the truth is always found We can't hide it Every face you see is real Every trace we leave is clear Sooner or later you let go Sooner or later you let go One more day and two ways to forget One beginning leading to an end One more day and two ways to forget One beginning leading to an end Sooner or later you let go Later