Low Tide, Sloane
Style: Folk cradle song

[Verse 1]
Somewhere far off the water is turning home
Rolling soft over pebbles worn smooth and grey
Nothing tonight can reach this little room, Sloane
Everything loud has drifted a long way away

[Pre-chorus]
Listen how slow the dark comes rolling in
Soft as a hand that smooths the blankets down
Close your eyes now, let the hush begin

[Chorus]
Sloane, the tide is pulling gently out to sea
Taking every worry further from this bed
Nothing out there tonight is chasing after Sloane
Only quiet water and the stars up overhead

[Verse 2]
The stones on the shore are settling one by one
Cooling slow beneath a sky that's turned to rest
You are held here closer than the tide is drawn
Safe inside the warmth of this small quiet nest

[Pre-chorus]
Listen how slow the dark comes rolling in
Soft as a hand that smooths the blankets down
Close your eyes now, let the hush begin

[Chorus]
Sloane, the tide is pulling gently out to sea
Taking every worry further from this bed
Nothing out there tonight is chasing after Sloane
Only quiet water and the stars up overhead

[Bridge]
Rest now, the whole wide sea has slowed its breath
Every wave grows softer than the one before

[Chorus]
Sloane, the tide is pulling gently out to sea
Taking every worry further from this bed
Nothing out there tonight is chasing after Sloane
Only quiet water and the stars up overhead

[Outro]
Far off still the water hums against the stone
Sleep now, Sloane, you never sleep alone

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