Stories we remember now
Will be like water in a drought
And though we treasure them in vain
How much truth they retain depends on what we become
I had stories read to me
My favourite was about some thieves
My mum's voice as she spoke
It came to me like smoke
I closed my eyes and I was free
And it returns to me now when I feel I've let myself down
I've not the courage nor the heart
I've grabbed the middle but I've missed the start
An old twisted oak bow
It broke the water like a frown
And all the men aboard the boat
They grabbed the lapels of their coats
They all feared that they would drown
There were no heroes maybe one
And his best friend was his gun
The rest were lily livered
Even the boatman shivered
He crossed himself and felt alone
I'm a million different versions of myself
I'm nothing but the drifting sand
I'm nothing more that the earth on which I stand
Am I real or am I the story?
I've got so tall now who'd believe me?
Just to love somebody to love someone completely
Beginning middle end
So I'll step right up and step right in
To love someone completely
Beginning middle end
So I'll step right up and step right in
To love someone completely
Beginning middle end
I'm nothing but the drifting sand
I'm nothing more that the earth on which I stand
Stories we remember now
Will be like water in a drought
And though we treasure them in vain
How much truth they retain depends on what we become
And it returns to me now when I feel I've let myself down
I've not the courage nor the heart
I've grabbed the middle but I've missed the start
So I'll step right up and step right in
To love someone completely
Beginning middle end
So I'll step right up and step right in
To love someone completely
Beginning middle end
I'm nothing but the drifting sand
I'm nothing more than the earth on which I stand