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Low Tide

This I’ve learned of love

It has its seasons

And I won’t reach for you

when you start to drift away

I’ve never seen the sands control

the passing of the waves

 

I’ll turn my loneliness into anticipation

Turning inside myself until I see

The pain of waiting makes it oh so special

In the season of your coming back to me

 

Oh the ins and outs of love

The games we play

To be close enough to catch

each loving pleasure that you send

To be far enough away to block the pain

To be close enough to give you

all that I need so to give

To be far enough away

to stay