Lonely Forest (The)
The Tide
You are the everlasting guilt that lingers,You are the glass hidden in sandAnd in the morning when I wake You follow close behind your knife in handDoes the tide love its lunar bride? Was it made on purpose or mistake? Or was god hypnotized?And I remember when you came [and it’s bolded]I was a young boy full of loveAnd all the good I did in vain I can’t seem to tell the demons from the saintsDoes the tide love its lunar bride? Was it made on purpose or mistake? Or was god hypnotized?And oh this sky provokesEndless questions without answersOh this eternal water must reach to the end of the earthAnd what will we do with nothing mystifies usI shall die alone
From Letras Mania