Holding Sand

Sew a late seed

And so inside

A cast out, unwanted son

A crawl to what you want

Sit down, you fault, you run away from anyone

And where you live,

I feel most on

A corner of space that you don抰 run

And guard抯 off,

I pass you by

Makes no impression as you stand

Makes no impression holding sand

A waif across the sea, aloss

Because you can抰 think straight

It抯 your calling

Wasted mourning

You wish it was your hand sliding down her back

Call, this is the first thing that you can solve

As the weight comes off again

Always the last to remember a name

Makes no impression as you stand

Makes no impression holding sand

You had your captive fan, and then what?

She saw your face and it tied your hands

Made no impression on me

Only left out holding sand

And it runs through

Shows in your face and runs through your hands