It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
And in the wink of an eye
My soul is turning in your hand, in your handAre you going away with no word of farewell
And will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know, that was the last thing on my mindYou got reasons of plenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growing
Please don't go, please don't goAre you going away with no word of farewell
And will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know, that was the last thing on my mindAre you going away with no word of farewell
And will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know, that was the last thing on my mind