Waiting For The Tide To Turn The Moon

In the city he died alone
Gave in to all he should've known
Caught up in the outside we’re shown
Where everything's perfect

I'm looking at the outside world I’ve found
Where people walk in line
Their faces to the ground
It's very comforting
To only see those shades of grey

Today, everything's perfect
It never is, but can't I just fake it?
In the corner of my little circle room
Waiting for the tide to turn the moon

Waiting for the tide to turn again
Look out from outside
Waiting for the tide to turn the moon

I guess I'll wait
And everything will come around, come around