Just like little grains of sand
Through the fingers of my hand
The falling grains are just like dreams
I wish I could understand

Your eyes so soft and blue, that I once knew
Like a dazzling light within a pool of liquid night
But when I reach for you, you disappear then
Reappear; through shades of blue I follow you
'Til you're out of sight

Just like little grains of sand
Through the fingers of my hand
The falling grains are just like dreams
I wish I could understand

We're standing face to face near the fireplace
In a room I know I've never seen before
Purple lights, violet lights, scarlet flames
I speak your name, touch your hand
And then you're gone once more

Just like little grains of sand
Through the fingers of my hand
The falling grains are just like dreams
I wish I could understand

I'll hold on to each fragment and lament
Though it's just a theme within a dream a moment long
And I wish I never wake so I can see your
Face forever, 'til the end of time when all is gone

Just like little grains of sand
Through the fingers of my hand

The falling grains are just like dreams
I wish I could understand

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Writer(s): MARCUS UZILEVSKY