ist - Freudian Corduroy - Released 2003
Lowtide
Lowtide, waiting up for sunrise
You're whispering the word bride and hoping he won't run
Soon he'll be hitting his stride, between the bruises that mark your thighs
You want to get this knot tied, so you left your blouse undone
You keep your eyes half-closed now, so he still looks like your saviour
Entering the heaven set aside for bad behaviour
Lowtide… Lowtide…
Lowtide, now he's averting his eyes
The ease with which you complied has left his mind on fire
The moaning and the soft sighs, faked for the sake of his pride
Have conjured on your insides, the fingerprints of past desire
His mouth set in a thin hard line to stem the rising anger
As you strike that well-practiced pose of afterglow and languor
Lowtide… Lowtide
High tide, the breaking dawn will find you ring-side
The rock on which his blood dried as the sea signs its autograph
He slips from your side, buoyed by the salty tears that you've cried
You raise your arm in goodbye but the word 'wave' just makes you laugh
You let the water wash away this lingering feeling of bliss
And weep once more for everything that you have lost that won't be missed
Lowtide… Lowtide…Lowtide… Lowtide…
(c) 2003 ist
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