the waters low   its going out now. its going back out   it messes my shore and runs away   the waters low   with heavy shoes on i'm going out now   to pick the things up its brought my way   never fails when i'm halfway through   it comes back again   i'm in love with the way light moves   when the surface bends   im at home in the cold, cold blue   i've just one request   (just) give me room if i come up for air   please give me room i'm coming up for air   i heard a white lie there'll be better   times than these   lead shoes and high tide?   there's no better time!   you've got 2 eyes and 10 toes - i see you   and you're not lifting one finger - i see you   so i'm not lifting one either.