sands of time

In late July There's a butterfly I watch it land upon your eye Now your lips are dry Underneath the pine I'd stay here all of my life I get lost some times When you're on my mind Think it's time I find Something more in line with me Gotta step in line Time passes by Put my thoughts on ice Praying the fire turns still Sands of time A moment slipped in an instant How did we end up more distant Paint on the ceiling starting to reveal the Cracks on the surface choosing not to heal it