The Tide

You were playing
Till there was no one
There’s no room left at the bottom
And though I picture a lake filled with nothing
Who is with me at the bottom
Are we on the brink of disaster
When the tide comes what will come after
We keep playing
Till there’s nothing
There’ll be no room at the bottom
And though I picture a lake still and placid
There is someone at the bottom
Are we on the brink of disaster
When the tide comes what will come after
Is this the right time or should I wait for it
Is this the right time or should I wait for it