High tide, summer in the city,
The kids are looking pretty,
But isn't it a pity,
That the sunshine is followed by thunder,
And thoughts of going under,
And is it any wonder,
When is calling out to me.

I seem to spend my whole [bad word] 
From people who would be,
The death of you and me,
'Cause I can feel the storm clouds,
Sucking up my soul.

High tide, life is getting faster,
No one has the answer,
I try to face the day now in a new way,
'Cause every man's a puzzle.
 [bad word] away together you and me,
Forever we'd be free,
Free to spend our whole [bad word] 
From people who would be,
The death of you and me,
'Cause I can feel the storm clouds,
Sucking up my soul.
 [bad word] away to sea,
Forever we'd be free,
Free to spend our whole [bad word] 
From people who would be,
The death of you and me,
'Cause I can feel the storm [bad word] 

I'm watching my TV,
Or is it watching me?
I see another new day dawning,
It's rising over me, with my mortality,
And I can feel the storm clouds,
Sucking up my soul.