the tide falls

the tide falls

the melody grows old

and worm filled logs fall in the forest.

The steam rises as ghosts from the mold

and the tide falls

the tide falls,

pride is sitting like old ironsides with it's guns above the waterline.

the tide falls,

and pride is sitting like old ironsides with it's guns above the waterline.

the steam pulls away from the underpinnings 

shipwrecked love tries to save bitter pride.

shipwrecked love is bitter pried.