Rising Tide

You're an island of a girl
Adrift in a world with the rising tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy ride
With your alters made of trash
The aftermath of disposable dreams
You know that you were born for more than what machines provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phonograph it sounds kind of rough
Just a little something to remember me by
You're an ocean of a girl
Surrounding a world with a blackening tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy ride
With your alters made of bones
The aftermath of disposable wings
You know you were born for more than what machines provide, machines provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phonograph sounds kind of rough
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Just a little something to remember me by