Roses in the Sand
Sunset talks, noons to walk
Didn't feel like a winter day
What to say through the way
Up against the winter tide?
To feel the touch of that light
From the window, she's by my side
When those moments stood tight
Always in my head at night
They're so small they slip away
By living in another scene
Anything better than this is living a dream
They're so cold they burn inside
Wishing is a spinning wheel
Anything better than this I cannot feel
Sitting still on my window sill
Now I don't love and I don't kill
I'm not fair and I don't care
I can cry but I can heal
I heard some words but in my mind she said
I don't need you, I don't need you
Close your eyes so I can do nothing at all
They're so small they slip away
By living in another scene
Anything better than this is living a dream
They're so cold they burn inside
Wishing is a spinning wheel
Anything better than this I cannot feel
On and off we felt alive
We thought roses could be found
But those days we felt like falling
We were always touching ground
All these fires burning houses
Just to see the naked land
Well, those fires keep believing
They'll find roses in the sand
On and off I felt alive
I thought roses could be found
But those days you felt like falling
I was always touching ground
All these fires burning houses
Just to see the naked land
Well, those fires keep believing
They'll find roses in the sand
Didn't feel like a winter day
What to say through the way
Up against the winter tide?
To feel the touch of that light
From the window, she's by my side
When those moments stood tight
Always in my head at night
They're so small they slip away
By living in another scene
Anything better than this is living a dream
They're so cold they burn inside
Wishing is a spinning wheel
Anything better than this I cannot feel
Sitting still on my window sill
Now I don't love and I don't kill
I'm not fair and I don't care
I can cry but I can heal
I heard some words but in my mind she said
I don't need you, I don't need you
Close your eyes so I can do nothing at all
They're so small they slip away
By living in another scene
Anything better than this is living a dream
They're so cold they burn inside
Wishing is a spinning wheel
Anything better than this I cannot feel
On and off we felt alive
We thought roses could be found
But those days we felt like falling
We were always touching ground
All these fires burning houses
Just to see the naked land
Well, those fires keep believing
They'll find roses in the sand
On and off I felt alive
I thought roses could be found
But those days you felt like falling
I was always touching ground
All these fires burning houses
Just to see the naked land
Well, those fires keep believing
They'll find roses in the sand
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Writer(s): Timothy Hugh O'neill
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