Ebb Tide (THE NAKED GUN 2 1/2: THE SMELL OF FEAR)

First the tide rushes in
Plants a kiss on the shore
Then rolls out to sea
And the sea is very still once more

So I rush to your side
Like the oncoming tide
With one burning thought
Will your arms open wide?

And as we're face to face
And as we kiss to an embrace
I can tell, I can feel
You are love, you are really mine
In the rain, in the dark, in the sun

Like the tide at its ebb
On a beach in the web of your arms
And tide