I'm hoping to be proud, Hoping that it shows. I look in the mirror, I'm hoping that he knows. My heart is to be found, Giving way to getting wet, Red tide... I find it so peculiar, How you sit and stare... No one gets out alive. No one... For now and always, Hoping for the best. A pretty cigarette, Leaves the head a wreck. I beg you to believe, Assumption keeps you in, Red tide... I find it so peculiar, How you sit and stare... No one gets out alive. No one...