| Lyrics: | 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 ?
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,
Will 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 mornin'
Without you, without you.
Every
song in my breast dies a born-in
Without you, without you.
Are you going away with no word
of farewell,
Will 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. |
