First the tide [bad word] in
Plants a kiss 
on the shore
Then rolls out to sea
And the sea 
is very Still once more

So [bad word] 
to your side
Like the [bad word] tide
With one burning thought
Will your arms open wide

At last, 
we're face to face
And as we kiss
Through an embrace
I can tell, 
I can feel
You are love, 
you are real

Really mine 
in the rain
In the dark, 
in the sun

Like the tide 
at it's ebb
I'm at peace 
in the Web 
of your arms