Don't hold the blame I was down before you, down before you came Each little wave that followed Swallowed the one before Lay down your blade I was gone before, gone before you came You're just the latest to wash up on shore And beach at my feet Is there a rock high enough to climb above The tides that come, the tides that come I'm calling it, I'm calling it I pull you free of this quicksand Gulls up on the gutter Shouting at us, shouting at each other Remind me winter's come And one stiff wind will blow off this thin love God, what a waste Of a worthy promise One we nearly made Long as we're pretending, let's pretend it ended well Is there a rock high enough to climb above The tides that come, the tides that come I'm calling it, I'm calling it I pull you free of this quicksand Is there a rock high enough to climb above The tides that come, the tides that come I'm calling it, I'm calling it I pull you free of this... Is there a rock high enough to climb above The tides that come, the tides that come I'm calling it, I'm calling it I pull you free of this quicksand