Sand - Bona Dish



     
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Sand Lyrics


The sand is sifting by
I only know that I will die
And pay my taxes
The rest is touch and go
Wish I could just catch a glimpse
Of what's in store, I've wanted since
I can't recall, I never know what to do
Never had a clue
I feel the future
Don't tell me that you don't
Feel it slip away, slip away
Feel it slip away
The sand is sifting by
I only know that I will die
And pay my taxes
The rest is touch and go
Wish I could just catch a glimpse
Of what's in store, I've wanted since

I can't recall, I never know what to do
Never had a clue
I feel the future
Don't tell me that you don't
Feel it slip away, slip away
I feel the future
Don't tell me that you don't
Feel it slip away, feel it slip away
I feel the future
Don't tell me that you don't
Feel it slip away, feel it slip away
The sand is sifting by
I only know that I will die
And pay my taxes
The rest is touch and go
Wish I could just catch a glimpse
Of what's in store, I've wanted since
I can't recall, never know what to do
Never had a clue

Enjoy the lyrics !!!

Our style emerged as we scoured Saturday jumble sales in North London usually coming down off cheap speed from the night before. We wanted a band that was musically democratic, cool and rhythmic, so with our girlfriends we formed Bona Dish. Luckily our friend Kev (Saunders) put on art/music happenings for new romantics, and we played our first gigs (utilising our passions for visual art by experimenting with slide projections and polythene hanging in front of us), with bands like Portion Control and the Marine Girls.


Read more about Bona Dish on Last.fm.


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