a kiss, a whisper and everything would have been fine

see to the edge of the world and the end of all that was me
tide breaks to the beat of a revelation that can no longer be
an angel lies to my face: something to hold back the Sea
but there ain’t no Sea that can be held back by the will of a poor man like me

a kiss, a whisper and everything would have been fine

i saved my life by diving from the seawall to the foam
tried to play the King of the Tide for far too long
and i frayed my mind scraping on the sharp edge of the world
still enough remains to tie this story down

ever since the day she was born, everything she’s heard has been:
“everything wrong, everything that goes bad, a man is there: it’s his blame to take.”
so, without a thought, she leaves a Sea of broken men in her wake
but, if one good swimmer lives, makes it back to shore: the story he’ll make

a reckoning draws nigh now, beckoning me and the sun’s still high now
“did you read my letter?” nah, now
i’d dive today, but it’s not my time now

a kiss, a whisper and everything would have been fine

i saved my life by diving from the seawall to the foam
tried to play the King of the Tide for far too long
and i frayed my mind scraping on the sharp edge of the world
still enough remains to tie this story down

see to the end of the world and the edge of all that was me
tide breaks to the beat of a revelation that can no longer be
coming up for air — take a break, take a breathe, take a look: the sun is still high
the angel lied to my face, but i take my face off and dive

the reckoning draw nigh, now
can you look me in the eye, now?
the cycle will turn back, now
carrying me and i’m back on track, now

one kiss, one whisper and everything would have been fine

i saved my life by diving from the seawall to the foam
tried to play the King of the Tide for far too long
and i frayed my mind scraping on the sharp edge of the world
still enough remains to tie this story down