Lyrics
Sand in an hourglass
A constellation of sorrows
Every grain another grave
Become the ghosts of tomorrow
Hope against hope
Pleading with time
To what end?
Salt in an open wound
Is just the tap on the shoulder
Every failure we regret
Nothing seems to soothe
(and you know it's true)
Silica
Falling forever
Memories
Slipping right through your hands
As the sand escapes
The clearer we see
Through the hourglass
Just in time to be too late
Over and over again
Slipping right through our hands
Over and over again
Over and again