Tides Of The Moon - Mercury Rev

The threads that run through your life

Hang from your sleeve

Wind through your soul

The kind you can't control

The kind you can't conceive

The kind you can't believe

But wish you could break

Wish you could weave

I wish you could see

It ties you to me

And you fly in the face of the sun

And you float in the tides of the moon

The paths that run from your door

Climb through the trees

Wind like a snake

The kind you can't escape

The kind you can't conceive

The kind you can't believe

With prickly little thorns

Sharp tiny teeth

They're hungry for the threads

Hanging from your sleeve

Waiting on a path

The kind you can't conceive

But wish you could take

I wish you could leave

You wish you could see

I wish you could see

It leads you to me

And you fly in the face of the sun

And you float in the tides of the moon

And you fly in the face of the sun

And you float in the tides of the moon

In the tides of the moon

In the tides of the moon

In the tides of the moon

In the tides of the moon