Tarot · Track 18 · middle
The Moon
RWS: a moon with a downturned face dripping dew, two grey towers, a pale path between them, a dog and a wolf howling up, a crayfish crawling out of the pool. Keywords: illusion, dream, the unconscious, the unlit path, what the tide drags up from below.
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Lyrics
The tide is breathing Out of the black pool, the armored thing ascends No eyes to see the shoreline where it meets the blackened stone It drags its heavy claws across the bottom of the mud To find the winding ribbon lit by cold and silver blood Slip mind, sink mind Fifteen drops of heavy dew falling from her chin The sky is crying silver on the state we're living in And the hound is singing to the wild The wild is howling back You walk the pale and narrow road across the pitch and black Between the two grey towers where the boundary line is drawn You have to wade the nightmare if you want the sun to come Unlit, unlit, unlit Look at the face suspended in the gloom Half-closed and heavy, a cradle and a tomb Your brain is throwing monsters on the static of the dark But the shadow is a mirror and the mirror has a heart Are you the tame beast by the house, or the wolf upon the hill? The water keeps on rising, and the air is violently still And the hound is singing to the wild The wild is howling back You walk the pale and narrow road across the pitch and black Between the two grey towers where the boundary line is drawn You have to wade the nightmare if you want the sun to come Deep drag, unlit, bone pull Do not trust the shape of the trees Do not trust the bending of the breeze The illusion is a language that the deep mind understands The creature leaves its tracks across the pale and shifting land It climbs out of the underneath, it does not know your name It only knows the gravity that calls it to the game and it will never stop walking So howl at the dripping face Shell drag, pull down Walk the unlit path The towers are watching The tide goes in, the tide goes out Slip mind