| Red Tide -- Foxboro Hot Tubs | |
| Baby's in her hour of darkness. | |
| Everything she feels is hopeless. | |
| Disconnected from the dancehall. | |
| Tripping on her heart of purple. | |
| Is this passion or... | |
| Or your red tide? | |
| Faces of her bleak expression. | |
| Taking on her town's impression. | |
| Tis' the season's witching hour. | |
| As the summer loses power. | |
| Is this passion or... | |
| Or your red tide? | |
| Babe is breaking your kiss goodnight. | |
| This is where her heart will not die. | |
| Is this passion or... | |
| Or your red tide? |