Holding Sand

Sew a late seed
And so inside
A cast out, unwanted son
A crawl to what you want
Sit down, you fault, you run away from anyone
And where you live, I feel most on
A corner of space that you don抰 run
And guard抯 off, I pass you by
Makes no impression as you stand
Makes no impression holding sand
A waif across the sea, aloss
Because you can抰 think straight
It抯 your calling
Wasted mourning
You wish it was your hand sliding down her back
Call, this is the first thing that you can solve
As the weight comes off again
Always the last to remember a name
Makes no impression as you stand
Makes no impression holding sand
You had your captive fan, and then what?
She saw your face and it tied your hands
Made no impression on me
Only left out holding sand
And it runs through
Shows in your face and runs through your hands