Song of the Sand

This is the song of the sand These are the holes in my hands In other times when I was young I was the king She was my thorn But now I'm gone Far from my home This is the song of the sand This is my food and my land And now I'm old My time has come I never was Who I think they want But now I speak beneath their ears And I can see when you're asleep This is the song of the sand These are the holes in my hands This is the song of the Sand This is my food and my land And I can see when you're asleep And I can sleep under your sheets And I can breath under your feet. This is the song of the sand These are the holes in my hands This is the song of the Sand This is my food and my land This is the song of the sand These are the holes in my hands This is the song of the Sand This is my food and my land.