sand

ing. kum

breakfast on pluto filminde gavin friday ve cillian murphy tarafından söylenen pek güzel $arkı.

young woman share your fire with me
my heart is cold, my soul is free
i am a stranger in your land
a wandering man, call me sand

oh sir my fire is very small
it will not warm thy heart at all
but thee may take me by the hand
hold me and i’ll call thee sand

young woman share your fire with me
my heart is cold, my soul is free
i am a stranger in your land
a wandering man, call me sand

at night when stars light up the sky
oh sir i dream my fire is high
oh taste these lips sir if you can
wandering man, i call thee sand

oh sir my fire is burning high
if it should stop sir i would die
a shooting star has crossed my land
wandering man

she whispered sand

..sand

young woman shared her fire with me
now warms herself with memory
i was a stranger in her land
a wandering man, she called me sand

he was a stranger in my land
a wandering man

she called me sand..

stin şarkılarında geçen halleriyle ayrı bir havaya bürünen kelime
(bkz: desert rose)

$arkının orjinali einsturzende neubauten’e aittir.

bir damien rice parcasi.

you keep me in a glass jar
sealed with a label
you think you know my world
wake up young girl,
take a thrust of love, if you must now
you’ve got a lot to learn
my love, my life, my work, my time
i give them all to you
your hand in mine we
walk, we talk in ryhme
we go the whole night through

i’m not a grain of sand
i don’t care what’s written in your hand
it’s bound to change

sore, bored, and i’m lost, cost, cold
getting older
wrap it up, rip it up now
have it sold
i’m a grower
any more, any more, any more, any more...
i wanna be with you
just wanna be with you

but you tease me
and it shows in the way that you play
you think you know my love
wake up young girl
and take a taste
not a bite, not a bite of a life now
can tell you never come, yeah well
my will, my mind
my lips, my lines
i’ve got them all over you

your taste combined
with all the years of wasting time
i’ve got a hold on something new
i’m not a grain of sand
i don’t care what’s written in your hand
cause it’s bound to change

so i’m bored, and i’m lost, cost, cold
getting older
buy the book, rip it up now
have it sold, i’m a grower
any more, any more, any more, any more
i wanna be with you
just wanna be with you
i don’t wanna pray for what is not right
and i don’t wanna beg for what is not mine
i don’t wanna rock the road
between dreams and worldly
things
i could charge, and i could really try
but i don’t wanna be the brave one
in a senseless fight
i, i, i just wanna be here tonight

sore, bored, and i’m lost, cost, cold
getting older
wrap it up, rip it up now
have it sold, i’m a grower
any more, any more, any more, any more
i wanna be with you just wanna be with you

sore, bored, and i’m lost, cost, cold
getting older
buy the book, rip it up now
have it sold, i’m a grower
any more, any more, any more, any more

you keep me in a glass jar
sealed with a label
you think you know my world
wake up young girl