There’s no more wind to be found in the sails Hands full of fallen stars and comet tails
Rivers of sand unentwined through my hands To know what they've seen, well, my burden’s all pale
I’ll make an hourglass from my fingers I know I’m only passing through
I don’t want to pretend that I’m stronger for it all I don’t want to pretend that the sadness is gone 'Cause I wanna know that I’m steady on my feet I don’t want to pretend so peace will be real to me
There’s no respite to be found in the waves Each rise and retreat will scrub the blood away