The universe drips from his arms
And throws our hearts in the water
All of a sudden
You're climbing out of the ocean
And the starry trail men and I
We dissipate in the horizon
And land in the mind of a wolf And on the shores of a coon
I
know it all sounds strange But there
are stranger things beyond the rampage
In the forest of the funnel-dwelling men Down near high tide land
The lob missus come with them
With all their needles amber
Floating ank pin It's still dark in the mountain friend
There's no stranger on our family
High tide rising up I'm psychotelic
High
tide
coming quick
The cycle shames all that star upon the chariot From the big bad ark
There's much to see in the rampage While
wearing a trench through the wilderness
There's much to be in high tide land Paul brings wine to the picnic,
to the beach
There's much to be in high tide land I raise it on the table
There's much to be in the holy grail