Moon Cry

It comes when you're not trying, when you finally let it go.
The tide remembers everything you thought you left behind.
You can feel it rising, cold against your skin,
The way the current takes you, pulls you under again.
Moon cry spilling on the shore,
What you're looking for ain't there no more.
Moon cry washing over me, every tear becomes the sea.
Somewhere between the warning and the letting go,
The light just keeps on falling on everything below.
Moon cry spilling on the shore,
What you're looking for ain't there no more.