Grains Of Sand

Whole lot of thoughts in my head (in my mind)

You know I just worry when they will go bad

'Cause it's so nice right now

But it's still sharp as nails, digging through my skin

Wasteland

Hanging on the edge just waiting for a better plan

Grains of sand

Falling through the palms of my hand

Know that I meant what I said (what I said)

'Cause now it's all blurry and things have no sound

And it's stinging like hell

And it's still sharp as nails, digging through my skin

Wasteland

Hanging on the edge just waiting for a better plan

Grains of sand

Falling through the palms of my hand

Oh I am, oh I am, up to my hands

Oh I am, oh I am, up to my hands

Oh I am, oh I am, up to my hands

Grains of sand

Falling through the palms of my hand

Wasteland

Hanging on the edge just waiting for a better plan

Grains of sand

Falling through the palms of my hand

Wasteland

Hanging on the edge just waiting for a better plan