Texty: Town Pants. Low Tide.

It's 4am and we're sailing away
from the port that we call home
I feel a pain that I cannot explain
a feeling I know all too well
Tears won't help but I weep anyway
for the ones that were left behind
slowly I can't remember their faces
slowly they start to die

I wan't someone beside me
yet I push them all away
I walk upon these stormy seas
what I feel I shouldn't say

If you only knew what I could do
If you only knew what's really inside
If you only knew what I don't think I could tell you
It's better just to watch the tide watch the tide

Its been way too long since I've been home
longer than it's ever been before
Too long since I've been on dry land
too long since I've walked through your door


I'm guilty of a lot of things
I wish I hadn't done
I've sat back and watched
while others set the sun

I know right now
if I could do it all again
I wouldn't be so far away, from me

If you only knew what I could do
If you only knew what's really inside
If you only knew what I don't think I could tell you
It's better just to run and hide,
run and hide