End of the Tide

Verse 1 In the deep blue sea, I was living free, With my claws held high, I was proud as can be. But one fateful day, the waves pulled me in, To a fisherman's net, where my fate would begin. Chorus Oh, the pot is boiling, and the water's rising high, I'm a crab in a cauldron, under the open sky. Feel the heat surround me, no escape, no place to hide, As the steam begins to whisper, "It's the end of the tide." Verse 2 I remember the coral, the sand beneath my feet, The cool ocean currents, and the friends I used to greet. Now it's all a memory, as the bubbles start to grow, In this hot and steamy prison, where my fate will surely show. Chorus Oh, the pot is boiling, and the water's rising high, I'm a crab in a cauldron, under the open sky. Feel the heat surround me, no escape, no place to hide, As the steam begins to whisper, "It's the end of the tide." Bridge Life was once so simple, in the ocean's gentle waves, But now I'm in a kettle, and it's my life they crave. The fire keeps on burning, as the chef begins to smile, For the taste of my tender shellfish will make it all worthwhile. Chorus Oh, the pot is boiling, and the water's rising high, I'm a crab in a cauldron, under the open sky. Feel the heat surround me, no escape, no place to hide, As the steam begins to whisper, "It's the end of the tide." Outro So farewell to the ocean, and the life I used to know, As the heat takes me over, and my spirit starts to go. In this pot, I'm a captive, but my memory will survive, For in the deep blue sea, I was once so alive. Bridge Life was once so simple, in the ocean's gentle waves, But now I'm in a kettle, and it's my life they crave. The fire keeps on burning, as the chef begins to smile, For the taste of my tender shellfish will make it all worthwhile. Chorus Oh, the pot is boiling, and the water's rising high, I'm a crab in a cauldron, under the open sky. Feel the heat surround me, no escape, no place to hide, As the steam begins to whisper, "It's the end of the tide." Outro So farewell to the ocean, and the life I used to know, As the heat takes me over, and my spirit starts to go. In this pot, I'm a captive, but my memory will survive, For in the deep blue sea, I was once so alive. [End]