tide song / haec olim

The world's in a bottle in your hands You reach for the bottom come up on the sand Your mind is a muddle, try not to understand Time has unraveled all your plans Watch it all wash away As it dawns today You scratch at the surface, try not to hold hard Skate around the edges, ragged and jarred You hate where you hurt and disregard The way you behave when you're on your guard Leave it covered to stay Unawares today You hold up the mirror, watch the colors' rays You're different than expected in so many ways A new kind of wonder, a mystery of days It folds into distance, a blurry pink haze Send the old days away Got a lot of moving on to make