Empty Hands

You’re coded in your thoughts
I can’t say I’m surprised
A dip into brackish waters
What a dicey surmise
I’ll drift along
Carried on
By some trade winds
Maybe I can’t fight these gales the way you did
I’m roaming around
I’m roaming around
In the back of my head
I’m looking for ends
But find it open
I left you out to dry
I would wait for it
I would wait for it
I 'd never let you
You’ll never walk alone
Would you wait for me?
I never think of the times when you stayed near
But I long for you now
With my empty hands
The neap tides and half moons that hold me here
The long nights in mangroves that hold me here
Your coy quips and small talk that holds me here
A dip into brackish water
No one’s surprised
That we stay
That we stay a float
I’ll wait for
I’ll wait for the spring tide to tell you
Oh I’ll wait for the spring tide to tell you
All the ways I
I need you here with me
Stuck inside these weeds
I need you hear with me
Cuz I learn from your love
Oh I learn from your love