The Tide

The tide is turned.
The night is young.
We’re all so lost,
But having fun.
The light is gone.
I’m next to you.
Let’s count our sheep;
Colour them blue.

The gold may rust,
But we don’t change.
This life we lead,
Is very strange.
Take your aim,
Along the range.
We’ll find ourselves,
Or find our pain.

Dark times are easy with you by my side.
But when the tide comes in, we’ll surely ride.

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