Tides Of The Moon

The threads that run through your life Hand 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