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 lying tangled on the bed and we rise and we fall and we land where we re led