"Tides Of The Moon" as written by Jonathan Donahue, Sean Mackowiak and Jeffrey Mercel....
The threads that run through your live
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 dark
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 are hungry for the threads
Hanging from your sleeve
Waiting on a path
The kind you can't conceive
But wish you could take
Wish you could leave
I wish you could see
It leads you to me

Lyrics submitted by bright eyes burn me

"Tides of the Moon" as written by Jonathan Donahue Jeffrey Mercel

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    General CommentThis is my kind of song: a rambling, aimless, spacey, fantasy of telling that chick you loved and who didn't love you back that someday the error of her ways will lead her back to you.
    Milkman82on December 03, 2004   Link
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    General Commentsweet
    shockdelicaon December 04, 2004   Link
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    General Commentim pretty sure its 'hang from your sleeve', not 'hand from your sleeve'
    Peejon December 02, 2007   Link
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    General CommentWanting a different kind of reality...great song, great sound.
    InTheShadeTodayon June 16, 2011   Link

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