Low Tide | The Aaron Clift Experiment

Alone in the low tide
Melting in the heat
Water can’t cool the wounds of defeat
Sand rubbed in my pride

Let me forget . . .
Let me mend . . .
Let me forget . . .

There were days I could brave the sea
And moments I could fight
But the time I had a captain’s might
Was lost in a mutiny

I look for
Something tender, something sweet
To leave these bitter memories
Let me forget
That I feel so frail

Let me forget . . .
Let me mend . . .

I waste away in the breaking waves,
Faith thrown to the undertow
My head has never hung so low
Yet my eyes are up in the tree

I look for
Something tender, something sweet
To leave these bitter memories
Strive to regain
My will to sail

But shell, your echoes haven’t died
Your broken pieces haunt my coast
So I spend my days a sulking ghost
Living in retreat

I know you tried to be my guide
But you steered me to my fears
And I’d rather be a pool of tears
Melting in the heat,
A heat that won’t subside