An echoing record spins the tuneof another ardent cycle
under the waxing moon
The tide breaks against your ship's bow
Deeper than the ocean
but you can't swim any how
Her storm may come in time
to shake you from your mountain
if you care to make the climb
It's gonna get lonely up on that throne
when all is quiet again
and her sand turns to stone
Take heed and get out of your own way
there's still time
before tomorrow becomes today
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