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 And wish you could leave You wish you could see I wish you could see It leads you to me And fly in the face of the sun And you float in the tides of the moon And fly in the face of the sun And 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