Tides - Bajka, Beanfield, Toto Chiavetta

She’s now my new sun

She don’t speak but somehow calls to me

Automated exchanges make us not lovers

But feigners, we are only strangers

Not estranged to regret

Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps

Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon

Strange how we move

How strange that I move to the voice of the moon

Love ringing out of tune

Regret once kept from her door

But everytime wore off more and more

So now we’re back here

Playing sincere with a new set of bones

We are strange

Not estranged to regret

Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps

Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon

Strange how we move

How strange that I move to the voice of the moon

Love ringing out of tune

Leave your bad limbs behind;

Leave your bad limbs behind;

For they are conduits;

Conduits to the heart

Conduits to the heart

Conduits