Seaside, Lowtide - Cate Le Bon

Goodnight, goodbye

When he goes I always cry

Trickling from the corners of my eyes

It breaks in heat waves

Week holiday but never stay

Rainy seasons far too long to ride

Seaside, lowtide

Oceans rolling, glands subside

We secretly in bottled all the wine

It makes me nervous

The wind alone is not enough

I’m watching for a change now in the tide

It tastes like sunshine

Sweeter than the days fire

He patiently correct my oxford line

But since I know why

We haven’t conquered side by side

I’m watching for a change now in his eyes

Goodnight, goodbye

When he goes I’ll surely die

I’m watching for a change in his eyes

In his eyes, in his eyes