Holding Sand

Sew a late seed, and so inside
A cast out, unwanted son
A crawl, to do what you want
Sit down, your fault
You run away from anyoneAnd where you live, I feel most on
A corner of space, that you do right
And guards off, I'll pass you byMakes no impression as you stand
Makes no impression on me
Left out holding sandA waif across the sea, aloss
Because you can't think straight
It's your calling, wasted mourning
You wish it was your hand
Sliding down her backCall, this is the first thing that you can solve
As the weight comes off again
Always the last to remember a nameMakes no impression as you stand
Made no impression holding sandYou had your captive fan, and then what?
She saw your face and it tied your handsMade no impression on me
Made no impression on me
Left out holding sandAnd it runs through and it runs through
It shows in your face it runs through your handsMade no impression on me
Made no impression holding sand
You had your captive fan, and then what?
She saw your face and it tied your handsYou had your captive fan, and then what?
She saw your face and it tied your handsMade no impression on me
Made no impression on me
Left out holding sandOnly left out holding sand
Only left out holding sand
Only left out holding sand