Rising Tide (feat. Beats Antique)

You’re an island of a girl
Adrift in the world
With the Rising Tide
You know that the coming storm
Is gonna be a crazy ride
With you altars made of trash
The aftermath
Of disposable dreams
You know that you were born
For more than what machines provide
I will write you a song
That sounds like
A faded photograph
Of your favorite night
Just a little something
To remember me by
You can sing along
If you like it enough
Play it on your phonograph
It sounds kinda rough
Just a little something
To remember me by
You’re an ocean of a girl
Surrounded a world
With the blackening tide
You know that the coming storm
Is gonna be a crazy ride
With your altars made of bones
The aftermath
Of disposable wings
You know were born
For more than what machines provide
Machines provide
I will write you a song
That sounds like
A faded photograph
Of your favorite night
Just a little something
To remember me by
You can sing along
If you like it enough
Play it on your phonograph
It sounds kinda rough
Just a little something
To remember me by
You can sing along
If you like it enough
Just a little something
To remember me by