Red Tide Lyrics

Baby's in her hour, of darkness
Everything she feels is hopeless
Disconnected from the dance hall
Trippin' on her heart of purple
Is this passion or... Or your red tide...
Faces of her bleak expression
Taking on her town's impression
'Tis the season's withing hour
As the summer loses power
Is this passion or... Or your red tide...
Baby's breakin' your kiss goodnight
This is where her heart will not die
Is this passion or... Or your red tide...
Or your red tide
Or your red tide