:sand:

you keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
you think you know my world
wake up young girl, you've got a lot to learn
my love, my life, my work, my time
i give them all to you
your hand in mine
we walk, we talk in rhyme
we go the whole night through

i'm not a grain of sand
i don't care what's written in your hand
it's bound to change

sore, bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
getting older
wrap it up, rip it up now
have it sold
i'm a grower
any more, any more, any more, any more...
i wanna be with you
just wanna be with you

but you tease me
and it shows in the way that you play
you think you know my love
wake up young girl
and take a taste
not a bite, not a bite of a life now
can tell you never come, yeah well
my will, my mind
my lips, my lines
i've got them all over you

your taste combined
with all the years of wasting time
i've got a hold on something new
i'm not a grain of sand
i don't care what's written in your hand
cause it's bound to change
...
-damien rice