| First you give, first you give |
| Then you take |
| Just like the turning of the tides |
| I will rise |
| High tide rise and find good things |
| And bring them within reach |
| Bring me good fortune |
| Reward my good deeds |
| Then as the tide recedes |
| You steal a piece of me |
| This neverending cycle |
| Constantly creates me |
| This cycle, it will never end |
| Bring me love, take it away |
| Just like the turning of the tides |
| Pick me up, then bring be down |
| Just like the turning of the tides |
| Bring me hope, then hopelessness |
| Just like the turning of the tides |
| Learning to adjust my expectations |
| 'Cause I know that the tide will turn |
| Strickened by this persistence |
| But I know that the tide will turn |
| Preying on my existence |
| But I know that the tide will turn |
| High tide rise and bring me |
| Bring me peace |
| Neverending cycle of life repeats |
| Tides keep turning |
| Why can’t you leave me be? |
| Give to me, then take from me |
| I know that the tide will turn |
| Bring me life, then bring me death |
| I know that the tide will turn |