Drowning in Love

He is the tide
ebbing in and out
One moment he's there
and the next, there's no doubt
that he's drifting away
being pulled by his heart
The moon draws him back
to the place he did start
And when he returns
he will flirt with the sand
Until the night falls
he will be in my hands
But the moon draws him back
to the place we did start
I'm left dry as the desert
thanks to his fickle heart