Baby's in her hour of darkness.
Everything she feels is hopeless.
Disconnected from the dancehall.
Tripping on her heart of purple.
Is this passion or...
Or your red tide?
Faces of her blank expression.
Taking on her town's impression.
Tis' the season's witching hour.
As the summer loses power.
Is this passion or...
Or your red tide?
Babe is breaking your kiss goodnight.
This is where her heart will not die.
Is this passion or...
Or your red tide?
Foxboro Hot Tubs - Red Tide Lyrics
Foxboro Hot Tubs - Red Tide Lyrics
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Baby's in her hour of darkness.
Everything she feels is hopeless.
Disconnected from the dancehall.
Tripping on her heart of purple.
Is this passion or...
Or your red tide?
Faces of her blank expression.
Taking on her town's impression.
Tis' the season's witching hour.
As the summer loses power.
Is this passion or...
Or your red tide?
Babe is breaking your kiss goodnight.
This is where her heart will not die.
Is this passion or...
Or your red tide?
Everything she feels is hopeless.
Disconnected from the dancehall.
Tripping on her heart of purple.
Is this passion or...
Or your red tide?
Faces of her blank expression.
Taking on her town's impression.
Tis' the season's witching hour.
As the summer loses power.
Is this passion or...
Or your red tide?
Babe is breaking your kiss goodnight.
This is where her heart will not die.
Is this passion or...
Or your red tide?
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.