"Tides Of The Moon" as written by Jonathan Donahue, Sean Mackowiak and Jeffrey Mercel....
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 concieve

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 concieve

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

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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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