Tides - The High Llamas

In the dead of night

The anchor checks the sway

They gather here, this makeshift pier

Trading with the tide

This fair exchange provides

The market sought, the buyers bought

Patrols pass by, they can but try

No need for haste or hurry

No cause for the waste or worry

They can but try to tell the tide

They can but try to tell the tide

The market sought, the buyers bought

Patrols pass by, they can but try

They can but try to tell the tide

They can but try to tell the tide

They can but try to tell the tide

They can but try to tell the tide