Hey B, I can't turn back the tides.nBut we could keep your brown eyes turning green,nin the breaking light of morning, from sleepless nights.nAnd I'll take a hammer to the shell.nWith a little of your love.nWith a little help.nHey B, I won't question why we lay in your bed till light...nit creeps right in... through your sheets to guide my hands.nI won't question why.nBut I'll take a hemmer to the shell.nWith a little of your love.nWith a little help,nI'll take a hammer to the shell.nWith a little of your love.nWith a little help.nHey B...