In Undertow - Marika Hackman

You find a wave

You 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

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-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

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