I smelled the cinnamon, how could I depend?
Expect me to defend myself when you ain’t there
Now his hands are in my hair, whispers in my head
That’s it, I’m broken
[Chorus]
Our love is tainted by the tide
Both sides, both sides of the moon
And the moon is tainted by the tide, mmm
Both sides, both sides, both sides,
And the moon is slave to the tides