And the sand lands in the power of my hands…
I hold still, I hold still.
And the wind blows and the minutes tick.
I hold still, I hold still.
What keeps me here but the movements I fear…
The wind blows, the wind blows,
Time moves, sand slips…
I hold still, I hold still.
I hold still, I hold still.
And the wind blows and the minutes tick.
I hold still, I hold still.
What keeps me here but the movements I fear…
The wind blows, the wind blows,
Time moves, sand slips…
I hold still, I hold still.
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