Yvette Young - The Tide

I'll find a way to keep you rooted
I couldn't live with the fear that
I fear that I'll find you at the bottom of the sea
I'll find you at the bottom, bottom of it

Salt settle in your wounds
With every violent spin
The ocean calls your name
And reaches with her arms
Her cursed lullaby
Will drown you in your sleep
Open your tired eyes
Drift softly on her waves

Do you remember how home feels like?
Can you assemble the pieces of our lives?

You sail a jealous sea
She brings you far from me
Wind whispers in your ear
And tells you you're alone
My dear hold on to hope
And every piece of joy
Remember, take my hand
And don't give into fear

And every night was spent
Contemplating all the words you've said to me
I'll let them go
I'll let you go