In Undertow -

You find a wave and try to hold on for as long as you can

You made a mistake you’d like to erase and I understand

«What's left for you and me?»

I ask that question rhetorically

Can’t buy into astrology, and won’t rely on the moon for anything

No turning

There’s no turning

There’s no turning back after what’s been said

No turning

There’s no turning

There’s no turning back

Meditate, play solitaire, take up self defense

When you get old and faded out, will you want your friends?

What’s left for you and me?

You respond to my question metaphorically

Don’t read into psychology and won’t rely on your mood for anything

No turning

There’s no turning

There’s no turning back after what was said

No turning

There’s no turning

There’s no turning back after what’s been said

You find a wave and try to hold on for as long as you can

You made a mistake you’d like to erase and I understand

What’s next for you and me?

I’ll take suggestions

We toss and turn in undertow

Time to let go

There’s no turning

There’s no turning

There’s no turning back after what’s transpired

No turning

There’s no turning

There’s no turning back, it’s so uninspired

No turning

There’s no turning

There’s no turning back

No turning back