Rising Tide - Lynx, Beats Antique

You’re an island of a girl

Adrift in the world

With the Rising Tide

You know that the coming storm

Is gonna be a crazy ride

With you altars made of trash

The aftermath

Of disposable dreams

You know that you were born

For more than what machines provide

I will write you a song

That sounds like

A faded photograph

Of your favorite night

Just a little something

To remember me by

You can sing along

If you like it enough

Play it on your phonograph

It sounds kinda rough

Just a little something

To remember me by

You’re an ocean of a girl

Surrounded a world

With the blackening tide

You know that the coming storm

Is gonna be a crazy ride

With your altars made of bones

The aftermath

Of disposable wings

You know were born

For more than what machines provide

Machines provide

I will write you a song

That sounds like

A faded photograph

Of your favorite night

Just a little something

To remember me by

You can sing along

If you like it enough

Play it on your phonograph

It sounds kinda rough

Just a little something

To remember me by

You can sing along

If you like it enough

Just a little something

To remember me by