The Tides at the Narrows Lyrics

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 tangled on the bed.
And we rise
And we fall
And we land where we're led.