Rising tide
The shifting isle
You take a while
On your lawn
Sand in my hair
You go nowhere
That little song though so far gone
It was a key, it set you free
Feet in the beach, nothing to eat
Repeat after me
Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong
Listen, listen, listen, listen to the song
Hidden, hidden, hidden, there is something wrong
You knew, you knew, you knew, but it's nothing new
Flipping, flipping, flipping, flipping through pages
Photos, photos, photos, throughout the ages
Déjà, déjà, j'ai vu, but it's nothing new
We're on an open page
Blue for miles
Become a child
I heard them whispering
Wait til spring
To do anything
No worrying
You magnetize your life right back
Before our eyes, we're back in time
Feet in the beach, nothing to eat
Keep repeating
Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong
Listen, listen, listen, listen to the song
Hidden, hidden, hidden, there is something wrong
You knew, you knew, you knew, but it's nothing new
Flipping, flipping, flipping, flipping through pages
Photos, photos, photos, throughout the ages
Déjà, déjà, j'ai vu, but it's nothing new
We're on an open page
Seen it before, there's so much more
Entire days under the waves
Is it a gift?
A nasty trick?
Come pick me up off of the floor
Nowhere to hide, I see right in
My little new house knows where I have been
Your bullet-black journal knows the story when
You've gone and got yourself a new best friend
It's hard to bear the coming wave
But hold on I've got some time with you to save
Grab a hair-thin brush, go rip off a page
I'll hang up every damn thing that you paint