Hills Made Of Sand
Over the sea rim, Oh yeah
I left my land while I was sleeping, so well
Hills Made Of Sand
Close to my feelings , so bad
Drunk was the man, wandering the city, so sad
Hills Made Of Sand
Right on my ceiling, Oh yeah
But they can't be there, 'cause I'm only dreaming, so well
Hills Made Of Sand
Behind the sea rim, oh yeah
Here there's no end or new beginning, so sad!