a lot can happen in a little
your eyes get darker in the middle
keeping arms, distant arms
wasting looks up at the ceiling
wanting something that i'm giving
keeping arms, distant arms
now i am the man, the grain of sand
i beg your time, i really want it
i can break my heart before we start
have you ever seen the ocean
it is so much darker at the bottom
hold my feet to the fire
wanting something that i'm giving
a lot can happen to the living
back to back but hand to hand
now i am the man, the grain of sand
i beg your time, i really want it
i can break my heart before we even start
