Red Tide - Foxboro Hot Tubs

Baby’s in her hour of darkness

Everything she feels is hopeless

Disconnected from the dancehall

Tripping 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 witching hour

As the summer loses power

Is this passion or Or your red tide?

Babe is breaking 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?