It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You've 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 go
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without, you without you
Each song in my grass dies a borning
Without you, without you
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

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