We're all just tiny grains of sand
all lonely
with hair pulling in colors
hair twisting in circles and wrapping up our skin
pull it out
and take it off

if the moon
has the power to pull the tide
and bring the sand
into one

than it surely has the power
to pull us down
to the ocean
to the ocean
where we strip each other down
to our skeletons
our skeletons
and again
sink to the bottom
hand in hand

to the altar, back in your backyard
with the arch above,
archers out in the stars
and the moon watching out
to bring the tide
and connect us into one

trapped by our own greed
but we let ourselves free
and pull us down
to the ocean
to the ocean
the ocean