High Tide - The Apples in stereo, Robert Schneider

Come with me, wading in the sea,

It’s high tide, glad you arrived.

Look around, seafoam on the ground,

It’s high tide, glad you’re on time.

This Summer’s not over until we say goodbye

then will the tears roll out on the tide?

You and me, starfish in the sea,

It’s high tide, we’re on the rise.

When we’re old stories can be told

Of high times to be alive.

This Summer’s forever, won’t ever pass us by

Or will the years roll out on the tide?

This Summer’s forever, won’t ever pass us by

Or will the years roll out on the tide?

I’ll remember this Summer until the day I die

Then will the tears roll out on the tide?