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 hand, in your hand
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well,
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 aplenty for going
This I know, this I know
All the weeds have been steadily growing
Please don't go,
please don't go
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a
trace left behind?
Well,
I could have loved you better Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
I lie in my bed in the morning Without you,
without you
Each song in my breast dies a morning Without you,
without you
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a
trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You know that was the last thing on my mind