Rising Tide (feat. Beats Antique)

You're an island of a girl
Adrift in a world with a rising tide
You know that the coming storm
Is gonna be a crazy ride

With your altars made of trash
The aftermath
Of disposable dreams
You know that you were born
For more than what machines provide

I will write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph
Of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by

You can sing along
If you like it enough
Play it on your phonograph
It sounds kinda rough
It's just a little something to remember me by

You're an ocean of a girl
Surrounding a world
With a blackening tide
You know that the coming storm
Is gonna be a crazy ride

With your altars made of bones
The aftermath
Of disposable wings
You know that you were born
For more than what machines provide
Machines provide

I will write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph
Of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by

You can sing along
If you like it enough
Play it on your phonograph
It sounds kinda rough
It's just a little something to remember me by

You can sing along if you like it enough
Just a little something to remember me by