Sand—nothing but sand
Left of the Diamonds in our hands
Tight—held on too tight
Until we crumbled the Prism's light
Oh-I---should have known
Oh-when---to let go…
Why do we take take from a good thing
Until we break break it as far as it can
Thinking we'll make make it better but never can it be more
Can it be more than…
Sand—what good is sand
When I wanted lasting
When I needed solid land
Oh-we---bled it dry
Oh-we---let it die…
Why do we take take from a good thing
Until we break break it as far as it can
Thinking we'll make make it better but never can it be more
Can it be more—more--more …
Than Sand…
Sand…
Sand.