Can’t climb to heaven on the cross
One liar’s promise drained the blood from my heart
Came a message in the dark
Offered the hand of a disembodied man
While I still had the chance …
But now it is gone, gone
And I am who I am
Who I was I will never be again
Running out of sand
I stare at my reflection to the bone
Blurred eyes look back at me … full of blame and sympathy
So, so close
Right roads not take, futures forsaken …
Dropped like a fossil or stone …
But now it is gone, gone
And I am who I am
Who I was that will never come again
Running out of sand
Mmmmm …
A drunk octopus wants to fight
Fearfull of dreams . there’ll be no sleep tonight
Fine at dinner, dead by dessert
Victim or witness, we’re gonna get hurt
Fragile existence with echoes of worth
I can’t stop the bleeding nor the tears from thine eyes
There’s another us somewhere with much better lives
With God as our witness but he won’t testify …
Oh now it’s gone … gone …
And I am, who I am …
Who I could’ve been I’ll never have the chance
Running out of sand
Running out of sand
Running out of sand …
Yeah, but i hope we can get another recording. I get the cool side of a quick recording in that place, but i feel this song deserves another treatment for its studio version.
I like the old-timey take on it. The song's nice enough, but I have to admit Ed's strummy strummy folk songs tend to blend together to me. I feel like his finger picked stuff (Man of the Hour, The End) usually has a bit more life and interesting parts to them.