She carries a heart of sand Her words are the surge of the ocean
What is gained in saying I am that I've done this When life is luck of the draw then a battle of wits More useless to me than a motto is a creed 'Cause this vain imposition is a loaded decision hiding in it's vision a treacherous seed
The situation is president No hero to raise no villain to defeat There is only the end you effect Only the elements to override me
How do you contain a spirit then With no eyes or ears how could you please your case No threat of death to subdue it with No clock to abide no body to sustain
She carries a heart of sand Her words are the surge of the ocean
What is gained in saying I am that I've done this When life is luck of the draw then a battle of wits More useless to me than a motto is a creed 'Cause this vain imposition is a loaded decision hiding in it's vision a treacherous seed
She carries a heart of sand Her words are the surge of the ocean x2