Where to go where to hide

I’ll see you Baby… on the other side.

See the tides as they collide,

Pushing back the waves of high time.

High time I’m a wondering, High time is now,

High time is on my mind and it’s you who collides.

Pretending what I’m not, too scared not to say.

Too scared to stop pretending, too scared to walk away.

Breaking break’n free…

Of those high tides colliding n’ tumbling….

So I’ll sit here on this swing,

Go forward go back.

I’ll sit here I said,

Till I’m tough, enough said.

Words By Evelyn Wayde ©