Besedila: The Second Grace. The Sand In My Eyes.

I pay for secrets kept
I scream in a dungeon calling for the rest
On your way
And nightly wonder
Do you still remember how my eyes
Cried cold

The sand in my eyes
Makes it all seem clear
But the truth is the last thing we need
Here

The sand in my eyes
Don't conceal, it reveals
And still, like an island we stand
And fall

Discreet like I am now
I can't but envy all the beggars that
You don't feed
My body dry
My hand's a lie
My eyes the frightened ones
But I seem to focus now

(Thanks to Ray for these lyrics)