| Song | Tides Of The Moon - John Peel Session 15/11/2001 |
| Artist | Mercury Rev |
| Album | The Complete Peel Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Donahue, Grasshopper, Mercel | |
| The threads that run through your life | |
| Hang from your sleeve | |
| Wind through your soul | |
| The kind you can't control | |
| The kind you can't conceive | |
| The kind you can't believe | |
| But wish you could break | |
| Wish you could weave | |
| I wish you could see | |
| It ties you to me | |
| And you fly in the face of the sun | |
| And you float in the tides of the moon | |
| The paths that run from your door | |
| Climb through the trees | |
| Wind like a snake | |
| The kind you can't escape | |
| The kind you can't conceive | |
| The kind you can't believe | |
| With prickly little thorns | |
| Sharp tiny teeth | |
| They're hungry for the threads | |
| Hanging from your sleeve | |
| Waiting on a path | |
| The kind you can't conceive | |
| But wish you could take | |
| Wish you could leave | |
| I wish you could see | |
| It leads you to me |
| zuo ci : Donahue, Grasshopper, Mercel | |
| The threads that run through your life | |
| Hang from your sleeve | |
| Wind through your soul | |
| The kind you can' t control | |
| The kind you can' t conceive | |
| The kind you can' t believe | |
| But wish you could break | |
| Wish you could weave | |
| I wish you could see | |
| It ties you to me | |
| And you fly in the face of the sun | |
| And you float in the tides of the moon | |
| The paths that run from your door | |
| Climb through the trees | |
| Wind like a snake | |
| The kind you can' t escape | |
| The kind you can' t conceive | |
| The kind you can' t believe | |
| With prickly little thorns | |
| Sharp tiny teeth | |
| They' re hungry for the threads | |
| Hanging from your sleeve | |
| Waiting on a path | |
| The kind you can' t conceive | |
| But wish you could take | |
| Wish you could leave | |
| I wish you could see | |
| It leads you to me |
| zuò cí : Donahue, Grasshopper, Mercel | |
| The threads that run through your life | |
| Hang from your sleeve | |
| Wind through your soul | |
| The kind you can' t control | |
| The kind you can' t conceive | |
| The kind you can' t believe | |
| But wish you could break | |
| Wish you could weave | |
| I wish you could see | |
| It ties you to me | |
| And you fly in the face of the sun | |
| And you float in the tides of the moon | |
| The paths that run from your door | |
| Climb through the trees | |
| Wind like a snake | |
| The kind you can' t escape | |
| The kind you can' t conceive | |
| The kind you can' t believe | |
| With prickly little thorns | |
| Sharp tiny teeth | |
| They' re hungry for the threads | |
| Hanging from your sleeve | |
| Waiting on a path | |
| The kind you can' t conceive | |
| But wish you could take | |
| Wish you could leave | |
| I wish you could see | |
| It leads you to me |