When the day breaks and the tide is down I will count on you
Can a moon rise?
Can a shift in tide ever keep us from our own view?
I know that someone said
Freedom's sickness
We could never share I know the tenderness
Can a riptide?
Can a falling sky ever
keep us from our own view?
Oh,
even love would not the same
And we found out
And we found out what's waited That it won't be long
And it won't be long Until the morning
brings it
