Blood Ruby - The Night Tide
	lyrics
THE NIGHT TIDE She makes her home, she lives alone by the seaside. Her fingers comb; she folds the foam by the seaside. She sits and sways; she makes her way to your insides. What losses her choices. The years pass; her longing ebbs and flows. Her whole life a slow slide Caught in the undertow of the night tide. Her ear's soft cone, rosettes of folds like a seashell. Her timid hands smooth out the sand where the sea swells. Her tiny sighs cut through the night like a buoy bell. What losses her choices. The years pass; her longing ebbs and flows. Her whole life a slow slide Caught in the undertow of the night tide. Lyrics 2001 Cynthia Conrad