The style is hot
The eyes are faded
And she is waiting
There for you to come along
My heart is jaded
But my love is strong
To be related
Neverendingly tonight
Get a solution for your epitaph
Wide constitution is wandered here
Gave me a locket with a photograph
Sand in my pocket
Sitting in the tree
Watching for your happiness
I put my hand inside your dress
And wander off alone
Falling down the stairs
Dreaming of my brother’s home
Lying to my mother
As I look up from the ground
The train is come
The stage is shaking
Your lips are breaking
For the words to run along
The wheel is running
Right through the stone
And in this going
You and I will be alone
Get a solution for your epitaph
Wide constitution is wandered here
Gave me a locket with a photograph
Sand in my pocket
