Song for My Father

Brett Anderson

Now my body is sand

And the wind blows through me

Like the soil on your hand

I am compost and leaves

And my life has gone, darling

And now I am free

And my life has gone, darling

Like words made of sand

Like the shivering trees

And my life was a flower

And love was the leaves

But nobody saw

Any beauty in me

And my life has gone, darling

And now I am free

And my life has gone, darling

Like words made of sand

Like the shivering trees

When your life was gone, darling

And when you were free

When your life was gone, darling

Your words made of sand

So be nothing with me