Texty: The Foxboro Hot Tubs. Stop Drop And Roll. Red Tide.

Baby's in her hour of darkness
Everything she feels is hopeless
Disconnected from the dancehall
Tripping on her heart of purple

Is this passion or
Or your red tide?

Faces of her bleak expression
Taking on her town's impression
Tis' the season's witching hour
As the summer loses power

Is this passion or
Or your red tide?

Babe is breaking your kiss goodnight
This is where her heart will not die

Is this passion or
Or your red tide?
Or your red tide?
Or your red tide?