blurred out by the background noise
in a downpour of strange math
with a hesitant mind i get lost
sweet tongue and shoe-shined eyes
she’s a stranger in new clothes
with a whispering mind she gets lost
smell the smoke and i brace for the crash
the thunder comes and i wait for the flash
the time runs out but she’s turning the sand to glass
turning the sand to glass
paid off by the buried stone
in a windstorm of loose change
with a criminal mind i get lost
hotel in the tv shine
she’s a stranger to bad news
she’s got half a mind to get lost
smell the smoke and i brace for the crash
the thunder comes and i wait for the flash
the time runs out but she’s turning the sand to glass
turning the sand to glass
an anchor to the wind
a nail into the skin
i know without you here
i’d never see the world so clear
blurred out by the background noise
in a downpour of strange math
with a hesitant mind i get lost
smell the smoke and i brace for the crash
the thunder comes and i wait for the flash
the time runs out but she’s turning the sand to glass
turning the sand to glass
to be where you want to go
you have to start it again