Letra de Words

Watching grains of sand slip through my fingers While the wind has a way of its own Like your words in conversation Playing paper, scissor, and stone Does survival come down to instinct Does a seagull in flight target a goal Like your words in conversation Swooping high and catching low Oh I try not to listen anymore But the ocean fails to obscure Your syllables wash up to be heard Constant waves of your words And does time erase everything it touches Like the wind, my tracings in the sand Like your words in conversation Erasing who I am I try not to listen anymore But the ocean fails to obscure Your syllables wash up to be heard Constant waves of your words