The road outside where you crashed
The changing tide
See it from the place you pa**ed from sand to gla**
Winter weeks of books and jazz
Seemed so bleak
Living in the place you pa**ed from sand to gla**
Sand to gla**
On the floor paint was splashed
And once more it's the only thing that lasts
From sand to gla**
Sand to gla**
Sand to gla**