Rising Tide (Feat. Beats Antique)

You're an island of a girl
Adrift in a world with the 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 could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phonograph, it sounds kinda rough
Just a little something to remember me by

You're an ocean of a girl
Surrounding a world with the 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 could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phonograph, it sounds kinda rough
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Just a little something to remember me by