uglygirlsmotheringme
Carve like into a pumpkin,Carve like into my heart
Carve into my heart
Carve into life
Carve into a delectable thing
Crave a delectable taste
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Tide, sounds like the detergent... I mean who names laundry soap TIDE? Sounds like your throwing your laundry into the ocean. Wouldn't they come out more dirty?