Sand Songtext
von Tipula

Sand
Heart turning east while I′m still west bound
Prone to resist I surrender ground
My feet push me up As my head falls down
Held by the air above Sacred, sacred and profaned
I'm searching for the holy in mundane
No pain no gain
No words to describe spirits make sounds
My mind keeps the tribe as hands hold the sky


I pray to the deep ocean may she drown
My sorrows, and I lay on the sand
Sacred, sacred and profaned
I′m searching for the holy in mundane
No pain no gain