Sand Time

SAND TIME Wash off my hands, wash my head Watch these plans unfold instead Watch these walls turn to sand Hold up my hands, hold up my head Towards the sky, away from death Towards the sky, away from land We can’t hide from the earth and time Living grounded lives Live in sky’s a lie (well)You may borrow money but You can’t borrow time I heard it somewhere said Or something I once read Sometimes you are living but You’re better off dead (well) You can borrow money but You can’t borrow time I look at these hands and look from my head See all the plans I left in my stead See all the things I want that I’ve had these things won’t all stop just cuz I’m suddenly dead Fall to me knees but land on my hands One it is raised and one’s dug in the sand Can’t dig the air like you dig the land Can’t see the sky when you’ve lost your head