In my back, where i carry the world
There are bruises and cuts of your sword
And the pain you cause with your words
And the promises you haven't swore
You made me no good
So i walk to the top of your head
Make you listen all that you said
You got sad and i'm pretty mad
Cause our thing won't be longer than that
I won't make it through
Take my hand, i won't stand
I won't see you sink our land
Be a man, here i am
We're back on our sea of sand
We're back on our sea of sand
Our hearts are so empty and poor
But our bodies are screaming for more
Held your chest and i wanted to soar
Now i feel like i'm hitting the floor
And you have felt it too
Take my hand, i won't stand
I won't see you sink our land
Be a man, here i am
We're back on our sea of sand
We're back on our sea of sand
I was talking; you just had a book
You were telling; i just had to cook
In the end, you had a kind of a look
That was saying: "gimme back what you took"
"baby, i'm not in the mood!"
Take my hand, i won't stand
I won't see you sink our land
Be a man, here i am
We're back on our sea of sand
We're back on our sea of sand
We're back on our sea of sand
We're back on our sea of sand