The Sand Was Made Of Mountains — Peccatum

Hvorfor form?rket du mitt m?rke; Hvorfor M?rkner det i meg?

As I shalt write Your name in the sand My own land Will fade too late And where do I then hide

The sand was meant For nothing The moonlight meant For all But resentful too Giving my betrayal to you

The sand was made OF mountains The clouds belonged To the sky And grateful too Having received wisdom From you