Low Tide
by Dez Harlan · Pop › Pop Ballad · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
pop, gospel, piano, bluesy, soul
Prompt
Soul pop ballad, raspy gravelly male belt, 6/8 sway, piano, organ, warm bass, gospel choir harmonies, moody minor key
Lyrics
Mm, mm, hey Mm, mm, hey Three o'clock Sunday, I swore I'd change the lock Then I slid a key under the flowerpot Kettle on low, rain on the glass Here comes your knock, and I let it pass I know how this ends I open the door again Oh, you're low tide, going out on me Dragging every promise out to sea Then you wash on back to my front door And I'm a fool still standing on the shore Low tide, low tide Leave me dry, leave me dry Your coat's on my kitchen chair by dusk Hairpin in the saucer, red on a cup Half a crossword folded on the shelf You fill the whole house but yourself Mama's on the answering machine "She goes out, she comes back, and you drown" I let it play, then I turn it down I know how this ends I open the door again Oh, you're low tide, going out on me Dragging every promise out to sea Then you wash on back to my front door And I'm a fool still standing on the shore Low tide, low tide Leave me dry, leave me dry Down on my knees on the kitchen floor Palms on the tile, I can't ask for more Hold me under or let me go Lord, I'm the last one who'd say no Oh, you're low tide, going out on me Dragging every promise out to sea Then you come back, back, back to my shore Back, back, I'm yours like before Low tide, low tide Oh, go out on me one more time