

Low water showed
The stones underneath
I stood by the rail
With salt on my teeth
You said it was early
You said you should go
The harbor was quiet
As if it already knew
I had not named it
I had not asked
I was still learning
How long feelings last
Then your coat turned
Toward the harbor mouth
And all of my almost
Went suddenly south
You Left Before the Tide
Before it could rise
Before I could see
What was there in your eyes
I was still waiting
For the water to move
You were already leaving
With nothing to prove
The tide table hung
By the locked café door
Numbers and minutes
I counted once more
A gull crossed the gray
Then vanished from sight
Like a small piece of morning
Changed into white
Maybe you knew
What I would become
If we stayed there longer
Under no sun
Maybe the mercy
Was leaving too soon
Before my whole heart
Could follow the moon
You went before
The water came in
Before the shore softened
Before we began
I had a feeling
Still trying to bloom
You closed the distance
By leaving the room
There are loves
That do not break
They only fail
To gather shape
No great goodbye
No final line
Just one boat gone
Before high tide
You went before
The water came in
Before the shore softened
Before we began
I keep the morning
I keep the view
And the part of me rising
Too late for you
By noon
The harbor was full
But you were gone
Before I knew
- Lyricist
Mirsa Tollen
- Composer
Elva Krenn
- Producer
Tomas Fenn
- Vocals
Mirsa Tollen

Listen to You Left Before the Tide by Mirsa Tollen
Streaming / Download
- 1
Rain at the Terminal
Mirsa Tollen
- 2
The Spare Key by the Canal
Mirsa Tollen
- 3
Close Enough to Leave
Mirsa Tollen
- 4
A Passing Shower in My Room
Mirsa Tollen
- 5
No Reply at the Ferry Gate
Mirsa Tollen
- 6
Passing Through Me
Mirsa Tollen
- 7
I Was Only a Port to You
Mirsa Tollen
- 8
Warehouse Lights After Midnight
Mirsa Tollen
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You Left Before the Tide
Mirsa Tollen
- 10
Still Here by the Harbor Fog
Mirsa Tollen
- 11
Where You Ended, I Began
Mirsa Tollen
Mirsa Tollen's debut album Passing Through Me is set in a North Sea port city, capturing a relationship that felt like love to her, but was only temporary to the other person
Against rain-soaked trams, ferry terminals, and warehouse lights at night, she sings of almost-lovers, vague goodbyes, mornings of farewell, and the traces left behind, through cold minimal synths and a soft restrained voice...