The sands of time have shifted No longer strong and gifted Battered and worn by life's tides Pushing, pulling, falling at times Just one single grain lost at sea Life's many troubles we learn to be Each one different to its own We learn to travel all alone A new position, a new place in time Each one different to its own Pushing, pulling, falling at times As we're scattered by the winds of time [Instrumental] A handful of desert sand Hot, dry, baked by the sun So dead nothing can grow Sharp little edges of life's lost souls Moving, shifting as the days pass by A new position, a new place in time But all is the same, nothing can be As we're scattered by the winds of time That's me
