Tides

Sky’s on your shoulder Getting older Way back home the way back home When your near it must believe it To the bone right through the bone And you Love the cold winds And tides tire, and tides tired eyes We we tried a feeling see the unseen Under my skin kisses of gin Wounds unspoken can’t seem to open What do you mean when your saying that you Love the cold winds That you love the cold winds Tides tire and tides tired eyes Afraid to lose it can’t seem to choose it A question pouring Waking the dream Sky’s on your shoulder Feeling bolder way back home the way back home