The Tide

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