Grains Of Sand

(альбом: Saint Of The Lost Souls - 2017)

It seems like I've been here before
I maybe have but can't be sure
If I could only find a door
I'd leave this place come back no more

Looking to the sky, hoping for the rain
Looking for the high, hiding from the pain
Underneath the sun, flying in the heat
Waiting for the burn, burning at my feet

We're all grains of sand
In the desolation of a lonely desert
We're all grains of sand
We slip through the glass of time

This barren wasteland is my home
A prison I am left to roam
With a mouth as dry as bone
I'm calling out, I'm all alone

Looking to the sky, hoping for the rain
Looking for the high, hiding from the pain
Underneath the sun, flying in the heat
Waiting for the burn, burning at my feet

We're all grains of sand
In the desolation of a lonely desert
We're all grains of sand
We slip through the glass of time

Looking to the sky, hoping for the rain
Looking for the high, hiding from the pain
Underneath the sun, flying in the heat
Waiting for the burn, burning at my feet

We're all grains of sand
In the desolation of a lonely desert
We're all grains of sand

We're all grains of sand
In the desolation of a lonely desert
We're all grains of sand
We slip through the glass of time
Slip through the glass of time

We slip through the glass of time
Slip through the glass of time