High Tide Video (MV)

I must have looked her open every time
Into your skin I took a grosgrain bow
Becoming softer in a wrinkled dress
Weary of falling, would you still let go?

I will brace myself into love
And collapse beneath the center
Circles under and thick with love
Just a cruel experimenter
Whisper, heaving and hung with love
Pressed against pastel paint chipping
She draws a pretend pistol

Staring up at the droves in lukewarm shame
Promise to love me where he shut the door
Voices accompanied when I held your hand
Shouting "I never liked myself before"