The High Llamas - Tides

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
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