Castles Made Of Sand

He said he was hurt
she said she was dry
he folded his hands, just like his wings
wish he'd fly...


saw them sleepwalking from a distance
back on those unknown lands
forcing a smile in a state of self-denial
as the waves devoured their castles made of sand.


life - we take it for granted
and let go of the only hand
try to justify our reasons for excuses
we ourselves dont understand...

you refuse to see the boy in me
every promise i made went to waste
i'm hurt, a stinger without a bee
and you choose to call it 'fate'.


i'm sitting where you left me
hoping the sun wont set
it shines all the more bright now
just like my regerets.

i'm hoping you'd turn, see me in a new light
make promises you can never keep
and hold on to my hand
but i see you once again, walking out of sight
as the waves devour our castles made of sand...