Swimming Through Sand

Before me and at The foot of the stream I found some sort of Plastic sanity But I never asked For the sand in my eyes To leave me dry Oh my, oh my I never wondered why I couldn't embrace any hope So I stood there staring down At the end of my rope So quick to decompose I suppose it was all of The endings I left untold So quick to decompose I suppose it was all of The stories I never told But I'll pull the sand From my eyes And I won't let This bring me down