It's a lesson too late for the learning. Made of sand, made of sand. In the wink of an eye my soul is turning. In your hands, in your hands.
Are you going away with no word of farewell. Could there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.
You've got reasons a-plenty for going. This I know, this I know. For the weeds have been steadily growing. Please don't go, please don't go.
Are you going away with no word of farewell. Could there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.
As I lie in my bed in the morning. Without you, without you. Each song in my breast dies of borning. Without you, without you.
Are you going away with no word of farewell. Could there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind. Woo…you know that was the last thing on my mind.