Pages of Sand - Kara Johnstad

Pages of Sand Lyrics

Shadows line the walls of the room
A clock keeps time, an aching moon
Lights are low, I turn the page
The walls whisper their ageOh, where will we travel tonight, my dearest love
Oh how I long to enter your worldWill your arms take me afar
To distant lands where we will warm
ourselves on hot sands.Stories capture other times
I try to read between the linesAnd like sand inside my shoe
I feel you slipping inside
And I will carry you on.And like sand inside my shoe
I feel you slipping inside
And I will carry you on