Roaring Tide from Ghost by Grace Morton

First light, let go
Driving through the morning round these mountain roads

Sunlight, I’ll take it now
Breathing in the golden as we’re soaking up the evening

Take this time
Fill me up with clifftops as we stroll along the waterline
Fire light
Smoke it fills the vast expanse between the sunset and I

And the roaring tide
Of all our lives

Cold creeps
With the night so tenderly
Through these layers of heat
And with the stars
I’ll be
Nothing but a lighthouse and the turning sea

Take this time
Fill me up with clifftops as we stroll along the waterline
Fire light
Smoke it fills the vast expanse between the sunset and I

And the roaring tide
Of all our lives

Now, many moons have waxed
And that lighthouse she is still shining out
Steady as the years pass us by
Oh the roaring tide
Of all our lives
Pulls us back

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