MOONRISE

The tide is turning
The tide is turning
This tide is burning me.

There's a red wave up
In the orange sky.
It makes perfect sense
But I don't know why.
And the rocks that roar
Are whispering to me
That I'm sick to death
Of your vicious beauty.

The tide is turning
The tide is turning
This tide is burning me.

The red tide breaks
As the moon plays ball.
And the lights go on
As I hear you call.
But the rocks that roar
Are whispering to me
So I turn my back
And face the sea.

The tide is turning
The tide is turning
This tide is burning me.

© Ju Gosling aka ju90


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