Letras
Sun is filtering through the clouds
Breeze is warm and waves are loud
You're on the beech under the sun
Dogs are out and having fun
But the footprints left be-hind you
Show the path you roam
Tiny grains of sand between your toes
Are with you going home
Sand on the floor
A little bit of heaven came through your door
Sand on the floor
A little bit of heaven came through your door
Rippling streams of water
Flowing back to the sea
And every wave comes to meet them
To greet them endlessly
But the footprints left be-hind you
Show the path you roam
Tiny grains of sand between your toes
Are with you going home
Sand on the floor
A little bit of heaven came through your door
Sand on the floor
A little bit of heaven came through your door