The Tide

Dream pop / synth-pop with soft-rock sensibility: warm synth pads, steady kick, melodic bass and indie-pop guitar; close-mic production. Lyrics Light bends low across the floor You are weather in a room Too much, too soon, a door that opens inward And I walk through Same tide, same slow moon Everything circles back to you If the water folds us under Let the dark be something shared Hold the edges of the night You’re the shape I’ll still be reaching for Echo, echo, hollow bell If there’s nothing past the edge Let it open here Same tide, same slow moon Same tide