Sanoja: Small Brown Bike. Composite, Volume One - EP. Hourglass.

As I approach, you take what you want.
The cold freezes everything, we need more salt.
The heat we seek to warm the blood in our veins.
Start this fire, we found a place.
Twenty four hours, a brand new day.
Lines near your eyes show a different face. Moving,
our bodies start the healing phase.
"This is over", she proudly says. You're not for me,
You're not for me. Oh, maybe we'll wait.
No, just maybe someday. Like a habit I was seeing you.
Now I'm just used to missing you.
Standing near the railing we slowly dropped.
Talk together, that's what we want.
Nothing inside this square could make us lost.
The stories I told you were somehow caught.
Stumbling, but never falling for this love.
Love another, settle and be done.
You're not for me, You're not for me.
Oh, maybe we'll wait. No, just maybe someday. So I might just break.
Oh, maybe we'll wait. With minimum time, with minimum wage,
I can't decide what to save. Like a puzzle for kids.
Configurations for their eyes to take the grasp,
see the lines into our plans.
We know that our time will be in the back of our minds.
It's the hourglass. We made time to smash.
See lines into our plans. We made time for the hourglass.