let the tide wash over me
it has changed so quickly
and it's eroding you and me
the salt, the sea

I arrived here on the wings
of a dying dream
and upon waking I can see
it is gone

oh

It looks as though you're walking on
the water but you're not
the jetty holds you up above
so the tide doesn't swallow you up

in my mind you'll always be
some kind of supernatural being
but in reality it's clear
you are not

oh

you will know us by the smell of salt, the sounds of what we've lost
the songs lamenting what went wrong and all the thoughts that we can't stop

dynamic soaring's for the free
and the wind bolsters my wings
but from this vantage I can see
you are not