His Name Is Alive The Sand That Holds The Lakes In Place
spare me something better
easy to remember
in the sheets
the folds the crease
the blankets you are underneath
a whisper fills a willing ear
a far off shore, i'd follow you anywhere
no can take away
the sand that holds the lakes in place
if you get there before i do
tell my friends i'm coming too
if you get there before i do
my heart would dig a hole in the moon
in the sheets
the folds the crease
the blankets you are underneath
a whisper fills a willing ear
are you mine to keep
standing in the sand
on a bright summer day
