all this time is ash and sand it's running thru my hands so what if i don't feel it so what if i don't see it torn apart from limb to limb and put in place again so what if i don't feel it innocence is gone and you don't taste the same i know that you don't see it the steps between us is starting to show the space between us is starting to grow i know that you don't see it all this time is ash and sand running thru our hands so what if i don't feel it