Soft drums, slow strum, the sea holds its breath, They say I'm wrong, waves say I'm right,
Salt on my collar, lanterns in the night, You stood on the pier, coat pulled tight, Rain braided the harbor, washed out the light, A fisherman laughed, tipped his cap to the sea.
I keep calling — quiet, steady, for you and me. In this incondizionato tide, I polarize, I break and bend, In this incondizionato tide, the current learns your name and keeps it till the end, I keep calling through the phone, my voice like a bell that rings and lingers.
The moon pulls slow, the tide pulls true, and time slips through my open fingers, In this incondizionato tide, your faults are maps, my heart the show that waits, In this incondizionato tide, come back to me, come wash away your hate.
Short lines, soft hints, footsteps on wood, A torn note in my pocket, you never understood, Boathorns counting one too low, They argue on the key, we whisper and we roll,
Storms stab the sky, then calm the blue, I keep calling, I keep calling, still calling you, In this incondizionato tide, I polarize, I break and bend, In this incondizionato tide, the current learns your name and keeps it till the end,
I keep calling through the phone, my voice like a bell that rings and lingers, The moon pulls slow, the tide pulls true, and time slips through my open fingers,
In this incondizionato tide, your faults are maps, my heart the show that waits, In this incondizionato tide, come back to me, come wash away your hate.
Remember that night, harbor bar, rain on the glass, You said you might go, your shadow moved fast, Lighthouse blinked once, then twice, Like the beat of an honest heart,
You laughed with the ghost from the table apart, I reached for your sleeve, you stepped to the door, I keep calling, I keep calling, I keep calling more, In this incondizionato tide.
In this incondizionato tide, I polarize, I break and bend, In this incondizionato tide, the current learns your name and keeps it till the end, I keep calling through the phone, my voice like a bell that rings and lingers, The moon pulls slow, the tide pulls true, and time slips through my open fingers,
In this incondizionato tide, I polarize, I break and bend, In this incondizionato tide, the current learns your name and keeps it till the end, I keep calling, I keep calling more, In this incondizionato tide.
In this incondizionato tide.
