Tide

The valve that opens closes the breath that comes recedes this give and take will lift me into uncharted seas and stillness is not static its rhythm comes and goes but the mandatory constant is the forward flow The tide, the tide the tide, the tide And where we’ve always forded we’ve entered untouched streams the ocean undoes the mountains pullin’ at the seams, yeah pullin’ at the seams It’s the familiar pulsing the constant that I crave to live’s to fall and rise and overflow the grave overflow the grave And Nero burned his city and Brando rolled his dice and Peter walked on water once but not twice... And where we’ve always forded we’ve entered untouched streams the ocean undoes the mountains pullin’ at the seams, yeah pullin’ at the seams It’s the familiar pulsing the constant that I crave to live’s to fall and rise and overflow the grave overflow the grave Pullin’ at the seams Pullin’ at the seams Pullin’ at the seams Pullin’ at the seams...