You only visit me when night falls, by the banks of where we've grown,
And I know you'll leave me in the morning, but I can't go on,
We held each other by the waters, and prayed our pities stay the sun,
Holding onto relics of the land that we laid upon,
Now the tide's rolling in, will you take me out again?
Without the warmth of your hold, I don't want to hold it in,
I don't want to hold it in no more,
When we will come undone,
All the birds will hold their tongues,
And I'll be your only one,
Holding down the setting sun.