[Verse] In a sleepy coastal town, where the waves crash high Stands a weathered old house with a tilting sigh People gather 'round, watch it with wide eyes As it leans into the ocean, with each passing tide [Verse 2] It's a story of folklore, passed down through the years Of a sailor's curse, whispered by old seafarers They say a love was lost, a heart broken in two And the house became a symbol, of that love's adieu [Chorus] Living in a tilted world, where the tides have their say Round and round it spins, in a dance with the bay Oh, the twisting of the land, the pull of the sea In this tilted town, we've found a harmony