The Tides At The Narrows - Hem

Moon holds a grudge

Thrown from the sky —

Caught in the tides at the narrows

Where the shore forms a bow

And the moon holds a boat like an arrow

Shot carries wide as the moon is turning red

He pulls in the tides tangled on the river bed

And we rise

And we fall

And we land where we’re led

Man holds an oar

Braced on the bow —

Cuts through the wake like a sliver

And he throws out a rope

Just to stay where he wants on the river

Shot carries wide as the man is turning red

He pulls in the lines tangled on the river bed

And we rise

And we fall

And we land where we’re led

Our eyes open wide as the sky is turning red

We’re caught in the tides lying tangled on the bed

And we rise

And we fall

And we land where we’re led