Sand Lyrics by Swapmeet
Head in the sand, sand in my nose
Arms up above the grains
I go to work, It’s not a job
It’s breaking and entering
I help my mum with
The odd jobs she has
There’s nothing more to life
Than breaking what is bad
Winter turn to snow, rubbish in the bag
I want you to stay a while
You haven’t offered your hand
Knife is gonna slip, sweating in your palm
Why don’t you want me, baby?
Why don’t you care?
I held it once, try to get it back
But there’s ink on the page
A stain that’s turned to black
I hide my face in the final act
There’s ink on the roses
You’re never coming back
Stay as you are
Say that you’re more
The minefield explosion
Wouldn’t put in past your war
I’ve locked down my house
You’re locked down to the ground
Underneath where you stand
But it’s sand, it’s sand
Hiding in my room
I can fuckin’ taste doom
I do my best with this
And soon I’ll skip
Ahead
The grains of sand are red
