Kara Johnstad - Pages Of Sand lyrics

Shadows line the walls of the room A clock keeps time, aching moon Lights are low, I turn the page The walls whisper their age Oh, where will we travel tonight, my dearest love Oh how I long to enter your world Will your arms take me afar To distant lands where we will Warm ourselves on hot sands. Stories capture other times And I read between the lines Just like sand inside my shoe I feel you slipping inside And I will carry you far