When the castle of sand washes away, I’m told for us mourning is not the way So with my head down on the cold sand I lay And dream again of another day
One cheek up to the warm sun, the other down cold The one side’s warmth lost to decimated feelings of old No strength left in me to be bold To it all I succumb, decay fills my soul
So quickly up I jump and climb So no one can see the filthy kind Of painful torture and hidden lies That crowd my impressionable mind