[Intro] The sand still hides in the lining of your winter coat. A dry leaf is stuck to the bottom of a rowboat. [Verse 1] The porch swing is tangled in the ivy's reach. A heavy silence sits on the private beach. The paint is peeling back like sunburnt skin. The cold air is looking for a way to get in. A chipped blue saucer on the garden wall. Waiting for the season and the leaves to fall. [Pre-Chorus] The tide comes in to take the names away. The sky turns white at the end of the day. [Chorus] Don't reach for the glass the tide has ground. In the pools where the heavy silt is found. The salt is biting at the cedar post. The heat is gone but the scent stays most. Hold the breath before the wave arrives. Where the black kelp tangles on the lines. [Verse 2] A missing tile on the kitchen floor. A draft that shivers through the cellar door. The clock is ticking but the hands are gone. Long shadows stretching on the overgrown lawn. The smell of woodsmoke in a house gone cold. The story ends before it's even told. [Pre-Chorus] The tide comes in to take the names away. The sky turns white at the end of the day. [Chorus] Don't reach for the glass the tide has ground. In the pools where the heavy silt is found. The salt is biting at the cedar post. The heat is gone but the scent stays most. Hold the breath before the wave arrives. Where the black kelp tangles on the lines. [Bridge] The light is thin enough to see right through. The way the morning turned the green to blue. A hollow shell in a jar on the shelf. The white rime forming on the iron belt. (Let it wash...) (Let it go...) [Final Chorus] Don't reach for the glass the tide has ground! Where the black sand buries what we found! The salt has split the grain of the cedar post! The heat is gone and the dark stays most! (Before the wave...) (Before it breaks...) [Outro] The sand in the pocket. The salt on the glass. Watching the afternoon... Pass.
