Away from the eye, away from the mind.
Waves washed away our drawing with the tide.
Sand scratches faded by the close of day.
Even our foot steps were gone.

Waves washed away our drawing with the tide.
Cold breakers, crashing on the sand.
Even our foot steps were gone.
F I left my memories on the sandy bay.

Cold breakers, crashing on the sand.
Left tracks of dark wet where they had been.
I left my memories on the sandy bay.
Dropped like old gems onto the rolling wave.

Left tracks of dark wet where they had been.
Sell what you have bought while the dust is still on your shoes
Dropped like old gems onto the rolling wave.
Stones falling into the trembling hands.

Sell what you have bought while the dust is still on your shoes
A beautiful thing is never perfect.
Stones falling into the trembling hands.
Instead of regretting what we cannot do, it is better to do what one can

A beautiful thing is never perfect
Sand scratches faded by the close of day.
Instead of regretting what we cannot do, it is better to do what one can
Away from the eye, away from the mind.