The Tide - The Lonely Forest

You are the everlasting guilt that lingers,

You are the glass hidden in sand

And in the morning when I wake

You follow close behind your knife in hand

Does the tide love its lunar bride?

Was it made on purpose or mistake?

Or was god hypnotized?

And I remember when you came

I was a young boy full of love

And all the good I did in vain

I can’t seem to tell the demons from the saints

Does the tide love its lunar bride?

Was it made on purpose or mistake?

Or was god hypnotized?

And oh this sky provokes

Endless questions without answers

Oh this eternal water must reach to the end of the earth

And what will we do with nothing mystifies us I shall die alone