Letra de Tides Of The Moon

The threads that run through your liveHang from your sleeveWind through your soulThe kind you can't controlThe kind you can't conceiveThe kind you can't believeBut wish you could breakWish you could weaveI wish you could seeIt ties you to meAnd you fly in the face of the sunAnd you float in the tides of the moonThe paths that run from your darkClimb through the treesWind like a snakeThe kind you can't escapeThe kind you can't conceiveThe kind you can't believeWith prickly little thornsSharp tiny teethThey are hungry for the threadsHanging from your sleeveWaiting on a pathThe kind you can't conceiveBut wish you could takeWish you could leaveI wish you could seeIt leads you to me