The Tide

There are demons in the water

There are devils in the sea

There are dangers in the current

When the tide goes out of me

I could drink you under the table

I could drink you out of town

I could drink you off the planet

Drink myself into the ground

And I have nothing for you tonight

I have nothing for you tonight

I have nothing for you tonight

I have nothing for you

I was made to be a good girl

Carried buckets made of stone

Full of envy, full of sorrow

On a tightrope all alone

And all the time I was on fire

I burned with every stride

And now I see this anger

Is the horse I choose to ride

Now you say you want something nice from me

Well, if you find it, take it, it's on me

In the meantime don't bother me

The tide has washed the nice from me

And I have nothing for you tonight

I have nothing for you tonight

I have nothing for you tonight

I have nothing for you

In the nothing are the voices

And the pictures of my life

In the nothing of the sky

Is an ocean made of light

In the nothing of my silence

Is a sad-eyed little girl

On a tightrope she is singing

As she passes through this world

I have nothing for you tonight

I have nothing for you tonight

I have nothing for you tonight

I have nothing for you