Sandstone Songtext
von Zach Winters

Sandstone and burnout-time takes everything
Paths overgrowing from autumn to spring

And the things I remember-the things I forget
The shape of your body when we laid down to rest

Soft-sodden wilds, retracing our steps
The house and the heather where the birds make their nest

And the things I have hidden and covered with stones
The warmth of your eyes and the length of your bones

I′ll give you all that I have, oh all that I have