Verse 1
Salt on the wind, and the seagulls cry,
The sea walls stained where the high tides lie.
Seaweed drying in the sun,
Proof of the places the tide has run.

Pre-Chorus
Pulled away, then dragged back in,
Never sure where I’ve been.

Chorus
Tide lines, tracing circles in the sand,
Carried by the current, never by my hand.
Forward then backward, I never arrive,
Just the motion of water, keeping me alive.

Verse 2
Pieces of timber washed from afar,
Stories of storms show us who we are.
Floating along, no anchor, no chart,
Just waves that scatter and pull me apart.

Pre-Chorus
Every rise comes with a fall,
Every push back to the wall.

Chorus
Tide lines, tracing circles in the sand,
Carried by the current, never by my hand.
Forward then backward, I never arrive,
Just the motion of water, keeping me alive.

Bridge
Granite remembers, the sea leaves its mark,
Etching the daylight, swallowing the dark.
I breathe in the salt, I let it decide,
Where I will go with the pull of the tide.

Final Chorus
Tide lines, drawn and then erased,
I chase the horizon but never find a place.
Forward then backward, the ocean won’t hide,
I am the motion, I am the tide.

Outro
Salt on the wind, and the seagulls cry,
The tide takes all, and still I try.