Lyrics Tides - Beanfield, Bajka

Tides

She’s now my new sun
She don’t speak but somehow calls to me
Automated exchanges make us not lovers
But feigners, we are only strangers
Not estranged to regret
Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps
Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon
Strange how we move
How strange that I move to the voice of the moon
Love ringing out of tune
Regret once kept from her door
But everytime wore off more and more
So now we’re back here
Playing sincere with a new set of bones
We are strange
Not estranged to regret
Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps
Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon
Strange how we move
How strange that I move to the voice of the moon
Love ringing out of tune
Leave your bad limbs behind;
Leave your bad limbs behind;
For they are conduits;
Conduits to the heart
Conduits to the heart
Conduits