Sand
The waves sing songs
A distant melody
My eyes will look right into yours
A castle in the sand
Crumbles to its knees
I will face you facing the floor
Somewhere between the moments of peace
The earth quaked
Somewhere in time I lost my focus
I looked back
Like sand you will stay
I'll never lose it all
And years from now
I'll be cleaning out the pockets of these old jeans
And grains of sand will touch my fingertips
You left that print to stay
The footprints lead
To a place that was our own
The tide might reach it one day
To smooth out all the cracks
I see you in my dreams
The surprise in your eyes will sting
Pebbles and shells you found just for me
Lie on the beach
Futures and dreams and stolen goodbyes
In my hands
Like sand you will stay
I'll never lose it all
And years from now
I'll be cleaning out the pockets of these old jeans
And grains of sand will touch my fingertips
You left that print to stay
You'll see me singing selling seashells by the shore
I'll sell them all
I'll take the treasures from the ocean floor you brought
They'll buy the lot
Like sand you will stay
I'll never lose it all
And years from now
I'll be cleaning out the pockets of these old jeans
And grains of sand will touch my fingertips
You left that print to stay
You left that print to stay
A distant melody
My eyes will look right into yours
A castle in the sand
Crumbles to its knees
I will face you facing the floor
Somewhere between the moments of peace
The earth quaked
Somewhere in time I lost my focus
I looked back
Like sand you will stay
I'll never lose it all
And years from now
I'll be cleaning out the pockets of these old jeans
And grains of sand will touch my fingertips
You left that print to stay
The footprints lead
To a place that was our own
The tide might reach it one day
To smooth out all the cracks
I see you in my dreams
The surprise in your eyes will sting
Pebbles and shells you found just for me
Lie on the beach
Futures and dreams and stolen goodbyes
In my hands
Like sand you will stay
I'll never lose it all
And years from now
I'll be cleaning out the pockets of these old jeans
And grains of sand will touch my fingertips
You left that print to stay
You'll see me singing selling seashells by the shore
I'll sell them all
I'll take the treasures from the ocean floor you brought
They'll buy the lot
Like sand you will stay
I'll never lose it all
And years from now
I'll be cleaning out the pockets of these old jeans
And grains of sand will touch my fingertips
You left that print to stay
You left that print to stay
Credits
Writer(s): Anny Leigh Ackermann
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