Tina Dickow

Warm Sand

Tina Dickow


You held the door
Looking over your shoulder 
Face to the floor 
It was already over 
They took a good look at you 
They knew that you couldn't follow through 
Just stood there and laughed at you 
What could I do? 

Warm sand underneath my feet 
No promises left for you to keep 
Fortune smiling back at me 
Forgetting the things that couldn't be 

I pulled at your dress 
But you took no notice 
You left me to guess 
Your desperate motives 
Left here as unfamiliar eyes 
Held you and pushed me aside 
Aching with blame I 
Watched from inside 

Warm sand underneath my feet 
No promises left for you to keep 
Fortune smiling back at me 
Forgetting the things that couldn't be 
The things that might have been 
The things that should have been 

It's all I'd ever dream of 
It's all I'd ever hope to touch whenever I'd reach out 

Warm sand underneath my feet 
No promises left for you to keep 
Fortune smiling back at me 
Forgetting 
Warm sand underneath my feet 
No promises left for you to keep 
Fortune smiling back at me 
Forgetting the things that could have been 
The things that might have been 
The things that should have been