I don't know where to go,
I've contemplated my town.
(Of quicksand)
I've lit down all the bridges
that once lead off this island of me.
I'm building up the bridge,
I'm building my way back home.
So easy to destroy,
yet so hard to then reconstruct.
Sand is running out,
but you're still hiding out,
trying to figure out
how this should turn out.
One day when you grow up
and I have found my way back.
I'll find you,
I wish for you to know
all the things I know,
and I'll try.
I'm building up the bridge,
I'm building my way back home.
So easy to destroy,
yet so hard to then reconstruct.
Sand is running out,
but you're still hiding out,
trying to figure out
how this should turn out.
The sand is running out,
but you're still hiding out,
trying to figure out
how this should turn out.
Day in, day out,
year in, year out.
Time in, time out,
life in, life out.