Warm Sand

Tina Dickow

You held the door looking over your shoulder

Face to the floor, it was already over

They took a good look at you

They knew that you wouldn't follow through

Just stood there and laughed at you, what could I do?



Warm sand underneath my feet

No promises left for you to keep

Fortune smiling back at me

Forgetting the things that could have been



I pulled at your dress but you took no notice

Left me to guess your desperate motives

Left here as unfamiliar eyes

held you and pushed me aside

Aching in blame I watched from inside



Warm sand underneath my feet

No promises left for you to keep

Fortune smiling back at me

Forgetting the things that could have been

The things that might have been

The things that should have been



It's all I'd ever dream of

It's all I'd ever hope to touch whenever I'd reach up



Warm sand underneath my feet

No promises left for you to keep

Fortune smiling back at me

Forgetting the things that could have been

The things that might have been

The things that should have been