lines in the sand
Marc Albert
You gave me nothing but all that I am
And you hold the world in the palm of your hand
An innocent child and a God and a man
And you gave me nothing but all that I have
And all I can offer are two broken hands
A million dreams and a million plans
Most days I sit and draw lines in the sand
Am I just a shell that washed up on dry land
Fall, watch how they fall
The towers won't hold
The towers won't hold
Fall, watch how they fall
The pillars won't hold
The pillars won't hold
(But even the shells have admirers
Collectors and buyers
Isn't that right
So come and sit down by the fire
Share your desire
It's only a night)
