The Waning Tide

this is one last stone to the waves
and you'll have our love

november was yours not mine
as we trail over all the details
november was yours not mine
a split second that won't be erased

through the waning tide
a lifetime wide
we sent our beggar's prayers
but they all washed up on shore

oh that was the day
when god had to fall away
if you couldn't stay
he knew he had to give up the game

all our clay is given to break
now watch through the swells
the waning tide
and you'll have our love
you'll have our love