Shadows line the walls of the room
A clock keeps time, an aching moon
Lights are low, I turn the page
The walls whisper their age
Oh, where will we travel tonight, my dearest love
Oh how I long to enter your world
Will your arms take me afar
To distant lands where we will warm
ourselves on hot sands.
Stories capture other times
I try to read between the lines
And like sand inside my shoe
I feel you slipping inside
And I will carry you on.
And like sand inside my shoe
I feel you slipping inside
And I will carry you on