| 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. |
