It's a lesson too late for the learning, made of sand, made of sand.
In the wink of an eye my soul is burning, in your hand, in your hand.
Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind, you know that was the last thing on my mind.
As we walk along my thoughts are tumbling, round and round, round and round.
Underneath my skin there's nothing to hide.

The beat of loveways rumbling, underground, underground.
Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind, you know that was the last thing on my mind.
I've got reason, plenty for me.
Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind?
Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind, you know that was the last thing on my mind.
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind, you know that was the last thing on my mind.
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
My mind.