Tides of the Moon

I wish you could see
In the tides of the moon
It ties you to me

Waiting on a path
The kind you can't conceive
With prickly little thorns

Sharp tiny teeth

Hanging from your sleeve
The kind you can't conceive
And float in the tides of the moon

But wish you could break
Wind through your soul

You wish you could see
Wish you could weave
They're hungry for the threads
The kind you can't control
And you float in the tides of the moon

And fly in the face of the sun
The kind you can't conceive
And you float in the tides of the moon
The kind you can't believe
Climb through the trees
The kind you can't believe
Wind like a snake
But wish you could take
And fly in the face of the sun

In the tides of the moon
It leads you to me
And wish you could leave
In the tides of the moon
And you fly in the face of the sun
I wish you could see
The paths that run from your door
The kind you can't escape