Laulunsanoja:
Piano Sand

When they opened my cacoon It was time to bloom Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one room Sittin' in my sandbox, sand all over me Overly anxious

the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano

You We Are One (repeat) Where I am I grow weary of the storm that leads me to Wherever I think I am Whenever I find A different point of view Grains of sand

Boy, you're one card short of the pack Begging for your baby to take you back Stubbed a cigarette out on his hand Scrawls her name across the sand But

jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty-eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancin' in the sand

medicine of all See how that feeling comes and goes Like the pull of moon on tides Now I am surf rising Now parched ribs of sand at his side What a

I remember that I found you Just waiting in the dark Took me to the river where we always fell apart And we lay amongst the rocks naked in the sand Waiting

tore it all to shambles And replaced it with your crumbling house of sand Your house of sand... [ piano ] Your house of sand... No I can't live in your lonely house of sand

baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And