The tide is coming down to bathe you
In colors of futile waves and emptied answers
So set loose your weariness, my love
I am letting go all my broken chances
I am letting go, all over and through
The sun is setting over on your side
In colors of meaningless glory and blinded tempt
So burn all your withered promises, my love
I am washing away all that I am
I am cleansing myself away from you
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