And The Tide Rushes In Paroles

Then I'm really not so sure
Which side of the bed I should lay,
I should lay.

You keep looking for someone
To tell your troubles to,
I sit down and lend an ear
Yet I hear nothing new.

Then the tide rushes in
And washes my castles away.
Then I'm really not so sure
Which side of the bed I should lay,
I should lay.

Blackbird sitting in a tree
Observing what's below,
Acorns falling to the ground,
He'll stay and watch them grow.