Nobody is, who he want to be seen

You are not, what you build up

I’m not who you are let to be seen

Nobody is innocent

When I’m gripping sand

I ‘m obsessively grabbing it

It‘s flowing away

Through my fingers

And the wind is blowing it

Like all the memories

Are fading away

I know, there’s no sense

But I’m holding it so tight

I can see it’s useless

I’m looking myself from outside

Sense is going somewhere else

When I’m gripping sand

I’m obsessively grabbing it

It‘s flowing away through my fingers

And the wind is blowing it

Once the time will come

The wind will carry me away

Once the time will come

The wind will carry me away

The time will come...