The Tide

Consider it a bee sting that won't leave you
An arrowhead born in the depths of your sinew
Once stung will sting
You can't stand instinct
Still so much love in that hate

Consider it a bee sting that won't leave you
An arrowhead born in the depths of your sinew
Once stung will sting
You can't stand instinct
Still so much love
Still so much love in that hate

The tide has come for everyone but you

Tell my fortune teller
Don't leave the sting behind
Cause I've got copper coins and pills
I've got oceans wide as sins
I've got everybody's curse
And the way toward is sorely needed now
He's gone

Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm

Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm
Raise the alarm

Tell my fortune teller
Don't leave the sting behind
Cause I've got copper coins and powder
I've got back and forward time
Cause the tide has come for everyone but you

I've got copper coin
I've got spirit
I've got wonder
I've got people
I've got armour
Can't tilt my heart

I've got ancient time
My mother's history eye
My father's eastern palm
Where I always belong

Before I was yours
I could do no harm
Do no harm

Still so much love in that hate