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