Holding Sand (Acoustic)

Sew a late seed, and so inside A cast out, unwanted son A crawl, to do what you want Sit down, your fault You run away from anyone And where you live, I feel most on A corner of space, that you do right And guards off, I'll pass you by Makes no impression as you stand Makes no impression on me Left out holding sand A waif across the sea, aloss Because you can't think straight It's your calling, wasted mourning You wish it was your hand Sliding down her back Call, this is the first thing that you can solve As the weight comes off again Always the last to remember a name Makes no impression as you stand Made no impression holding sand You had your captive fan, and then what? She saw your face and it tied your hands Made no impression on me Made no impression on me Left out holding sand And it runs through and it runs through It shows in your face it runs through your hands Made no impression on me Made no impression holding sand You had your captive fan, and then what? She saw your face and it tied your hands You had your captive fan, and then what? She saw your face and it tied your hands Made no impression on me Made no impression on me Left out holding sand Only left out holding sand Only left out holding sand Only left out holding sand