Try to face up to the blinding sun
Racing for the final word to come
Facing up, it`s hard to stay devout
I can see the sand and it`s running out
And it`s running out
We quote each other only when we`re wrong
We tear out the threads and move along
We can`t seem to find common ground
I can see the sand and it`s running out
It was only circumstances
But it`s the difference
It gets in the way
No race is run in this direction
You can`t break even
You can`t even quit the game
The current drags to the bottom
A hemorrhage that moves us around
It pulls and beckons in a strong direction
High water forever bringing us down
I can see the sand and it`s running out
It`s running out
It was only circumstances
But it`s the difference
It gets in the way
No race is run in this direction
You can`t break even
You can`t even quit the game Send " I Wish My Baby Was Born" Ringtone to your Cell