It's a lesson too late for learning

Made of sand, made of sand

In the wink of an eye my soul is turning

In your hand, in your hand

CHORUS

Are you going away with no word of farewell,

Will there be not a trace left behind.

I couldn't love you better, didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.

You have reason, so plenty, for going

This I know, this I know.

The winds have been steadily growing,

Please don't go, please don't go. ----- CHORUS

As I lie in my bed in the morning

Without you without you,

Every song in my breath starts a - forming

Without you, without you ------ CHORUS and repeat last line