Walk with me around the bay Sit amid the dunes and play Try to count the grains of sand A universe of dust blows through our hands This is not a simple
a city With banks and cathedrals A man melts the sand so he can See the world outside her there A man makes a car destination And builds roads to run
me go. Sea turn dry no salt from sand. Teeth don't shine like pearls for the poor man's eyes. Someone someone has drained the colour from my wings
turn dry no salt from sand Seasons fly no helping hand Teeth don't shine like pearls for poor man's eyes, aah Someone someone has drained the colour
forgotten trees of gold Broken lives hidden down in the sand Darkness everywhere, nothing Symbols, strange symbols on a cold leaf Painting torrid colours
my heart the silent sight of the heart forget the time the plea roams about wet the though/feeling that makes the heart pound) Run away from reality
and masquerade for ever more gets wilder and wilder excited banderillas coloured knives are flashing for the fight! celebrate take the red carnation carina throw it in the sand
't understand Just when is a man gonna act like a man? See I'm married to my pen, like my name is Ayn Rand Time slippin' through my fingers like grains of sand
rivers and trees--they belong to mankind to exploit as we please?" Face up to the fact that mankind's a disease--irrelevant microbes with colour T.V.
Black rain falling on me Black rain is all that I see Black rain colours the sand Too fast I don't understand False prophets talking about our life our
go I shouted:run away Nobody expected, nobody expected Now he's lying on the sand And the red ribbon around his neck And the red ribbon colouring the sand
on the run I am free Many tournaments fought in this land Flying banners now dashed in the sand The colours you wear will not keep me For a child on the run
. His forces are never giving yield. [War! They fought for what would be a blood-stained crown. Utter chaos supreme. The sand absords the colour of dawn
any apartment A house is not a home till I pass through I'm a mason by trade Here I am with my shovel cement in sand I'll decorate ghetto mansion I
from a 727 at night? Now the red roofs are catching the first rays of the morning sun My eyes are full of sand from my midnight run And the captain says
Time)] So mysterious is your world, concealed beyond the stars Far away from the earth, it flows one with time and dark as the night Million shapes and colours