Red Tide -- Foxboro Hot Tubs | |
Baby's in her hour of darkness. | |
Everything she feels is hopeless. | |
Disconnected from the dancehall. | |
Tripping on her heart of purple. | |
Is this passion or... | |
Or your red tide? | |
Faces of her bleak expression. | |
Taking on her town's impression. | |
Tis' the season's witching hour. | |
As the summer loses power. | |
Is this passion or... | |
Or your red tide? | |
Babe is breaking your kiss goodnight. | |
This is where her heart will not die. | |
Is this passion or... | |
Or your red tide? |