Tide is high...and the night is so silvery starry as if blondie...

Like a high tide
When She in me causes
A red red burn,
me sleepy slumbery
Awakened, asleep
Tries to regain her
In my flowing theme...
As if silvery cream
Becomes a bit pink...

Like a high tide when
She sings a song as if a hidden pain
me finds in her numero uno
In her me finds a golden birth,
And the silvery night
Before dawn,
A blondie becomes...

(Note:- on a song by Blondie...)