Red tide

Baby’s in her hour heart? of darkness
Everything she feels is hopeless
Disconnected from the dance hall
Trippin’ 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….

Baby’s breakin’ 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