Paroles
Foot prints lead the way
Screw it's that kind of day
If I were to loose my life
It would be
Without strife
Turn to sand
Forget your plans
Don't count your stresses
Just count your blessings
While the sun is on my back
Run the summer through our hands
I won't go to her house
Cause she won't turn to the sand
I wish I could keep the summer
And hold it
Hold it in my hands
Turn to sand
Forget your plans
Don't count your stresses
Just count your blessings
While the sun is on my back
Run the summer through our hands
Turn to sand
Forget your plans
Don't count your stresses
Just count your blessings
While the sun is on my back
Run the summer through our hands