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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
