Hey B, I can't turn back the tides.
But we could keep your brown eyes turning green,
in the breaking light of morning, from sleepless nights.
And I'll take a hammer to the shell.
With a little of your love.
With a little help.
Hey B, I won't question why we lay in your bed till light...
it creeps right in... through your sheets to guide my hands.
I won't question why.
But I'll take a hemmer to the shell.
With a little of your love.
With a little help,
I'll take a hammer to the shell.
With a little of your love.
With a little help.
Hey B...
