Waves like gentle caresses
Tides might bring them home
Drowning Man, deep in love
Breathless and alone
Torn between the two
The surface and the bed
Hang between the choices
Drowning, not yet dead
Soon the moon shall pull
Let what\'s lost decide
The lost said the tide will bring them
Now we await the tide
What brought breath under water
Was a thought of their return
The body may be drowning
But the heart will only burn
Twice the tide came
What\'s lost still remains
Tomorrow will be new tides
And we shall drown again