Neon Shoreline, Silver Moon

The tide comes in on a quiet parade;

Where the blue light meets the dark;

A cool wind blows through the promenade;

And leaves a gentle mark;

We watch the soft air dance in the breeze;

Between the glass and the sand;

The water flows with a natural ease;

Right where we choose to stand;

We find our way;

In a glow of a midnight tide;

We find our way;

When nothing left to hide;

The world is still and the colors are deep;

In a glow of a midnight tide, we find our way;

While the rest of the city can sleep;

A sudden beat in a heavy chest;

Begins to sink with the moon;

The heavy day is put to rest;

By a slow and steady tune;

We walk the line where the woodstone gleams;

And the heavy clouds start to part;

Floating away on a current of dreams;

Following the map of the heart;

We find our way;

In the glow of a midnight tide;

We find our way;

With nothing left to hide;

The world is still and the colors are deep;

In the glow of a midnight tide, we find our way;

While the rest of the city can sleep;

We find our way in the glow of a midnight tide;

We find our way when nothing left to hide;

The world is still and the colors are deep;

In the glow of a midnight tide;

While the rest of the city can sleep;