Spanish Tide

Slowly watch the tide turn far too late. Then we learn there are only stars That are burning. Dark, empty the room folds into two. This mirror and window hold the view. Right on all sides, holding me tight. Even you step back, Spanish tight. Horror begins feeding me calm. Services demanded for hope of Claim to some. Million stars to ask for, Could only think of one. Now it's for real, taking the fall. Slowly watch the tide turn. Circle years, we could learn there are Only stars That are burning, yeah.