[Verse 1 - Slow, fingerpicked minor chords – mournful, slightly breathy vocal delivery] This parting kiss upon your brow, The only truth I can allow... You say my life's a drifting stream, A fading, hollow, broken dream. But if hope fled, by night or noon, A phantom vanished far too soon – Does how it left make less the ache? When all we touch is bound to break? Is all we see... just mist and gleam... A dream... within... a dream? [Chorus - lamenting] Grains of the golden sands, Falling slow through open hands. Each one a moment, lost to the sky, A golden dream we can't hold—that's why... We reach for the sun, we chase the light, In every grain, burning ever so bright. Oh, these golden sands, slipping free, Are all the time you gave to me. [Verse 2 - Slightly more urgent strumming/picking, tension. Vocals grow more desperate.] I stand here screaming at the tide, Waves like a fist, nowhere to hide – They claw the sand where moments lay, And steal the ground beneath away. I grip the grains – this golden lie – But feel them slip and fall and die... Is this the proof? This hollow roar? That nothing’s real… forevermore? Can I not hold… one… single… gleam… Or save this dream… within… a dream? [End]
