it's a lesson too late for the learning
made of sand
made of sand
in the wink of an eye my heart 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
i could have loved you better
didn't mean to be unkind
you know that was the last thing on my mind
you've got reasons a-plenty for going
this i know
this i know
for the weeds have been steadily growing
please don't go
please don't go
as i lie in my bed in the morning
without you
without you
every song in my heart lies a burning
without you
without you
are you going away with no word of farewell
will there be not a trace left behind
i could have loved you better
didn't mean to be unkind
you know that was the last thing on my mind