Hands on a Grain of Sand
๐ต 900 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:48 duration
๐ ID: 12150372
๐ Lyrics
Hounds are broodin' in my bones
But I am a good dog runnin' halfway home
Hear the lonely promenade
Come to nurse the tender terrways
All hands on a grain of sand;
Half smallest things are the high demand.
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.
All colours you can see
Cover the borders of a masterpiece
Time can paint the best of me
Over the unclear eyes of memory
All hands on a grain of sand;
Half smallest things are the high demand.
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.
Cover love from sympathy
Be my maker, set me free
Truer hearts could not contain
How I cover love but I have not changed
If I had the past undone
Then I would give my heart to everyone
Hounds are turning, doves have flown
But I am a good dog running halfway home
All hands on a grain of sand;
Half smallest things are the high demand.
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.
But I am a good dog runnin' halfway home
Hear the lonely promenade
Come to nurse the tender terrways
All hands on a grain of sand;
Half smallest things are the high demand.
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.
All colours you can see
Cover the borders of a masterpiece
Time can paint the best of me
Over the unclear eyes of memory
All hands on a grain of sand;
Half smallest things are the high demand.
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.
Cover love from sympathy
Be my maker, set me free
Truer hearts could not contain
How I cover love but I have not changed
If I had the past undone
Then I would give my heart to everyone
Hounds are turning, doves have flown
But I am a good dog running halfway home
All hands on a grain of sand;
Half smallest things are the high demand.
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.38] Hounds are broodin' in my bones
[00:19.12] But I am a good dog runnin' halfway home
[00:25.96] Hear the lonely promenade
[00:30.96] Come to nurse the tender terrways
[00:37.86] All hands on a grain of sand;
[00:43.43] Half smallest things are the high demand.
[00:49.65] I can only serenade
[00:55.13] And wait my turn to burn or fade.
[01:12.13] All colours you can see
[01:16.65] Cover the borders of a masterpiece
[01:23.21] Time can paint the best of me
[01:28.40] Over the unclear eyes of memory
[01:34.61] All hands on a grain of sand;
[01:40.92] Half smallest things are the high demand.
[01:47.24] I can only serenade
[01:52.59] And wait my turn to burn or fade.
[02:09.49] Cover love from sympathy
[02:14.78] Be my maker, set me free
[02:20.66] Truer hearts could not contain
[02:26.30] How I cover love but I have not changed
[02:32.63] If I had the past undone
[02:37.45] Then I would give my heart to everyone
[02:44.17] Hounds are turning, doves have flown
[02:49.19] But I am a good dog running halfway home
[02:56.09] All hands on a grain of sand;
[03:01.60] Half smallest things are the high demand.
[03:06.90] I can only serenade
[03:13.46] And wait my turn to burn or fade.
[03:24.64]
[00:19.12] But I am a good dog runnin' halfway home
[00:25.96] Hear the lonely promenade
[00:30.96] Come to nurse the tender terrways
[00:37.86] All hands on a grain of sand;
[00:43.43] Half smallest things are the high demand.
[00:49.65] I can only serenade
[00:55.13] And wait my turn to burn or fade.
[01:12.13] All colours you can see
[01:16.65] Cover the borders of a masterpiece
[01:23.21] Time can paint the best of me
[01:28.40] Over the unclear eyes of memory
[01:34.61] All hands on a grain of sand;
[01:40.92] Half smallest things are the high demand.
[01:47.24] I can only serenade
[01:52.59] And wait my turn to burn or fade.
[02:09.49] Cover love from sympathy
[02:14.78] Be my maker, set me free
[02:20.66] Truer hearts could not contain
[02:26.30] How I cover love but I have not changed
[02:32.63] If I had the past undone
[02:37.45] Then I would give my heart to everyone
[02:44.17] Hounds are turning, doves have flown
[02:49.19] But I am a good dog running halfway home
[02:56.09] All hands on a grain of sand;
[03:01.60] Half smallest things are the high demand.
[03:06.90] I can only serenade
[03:13.46] And wait my turn to burn or fade.
[03:24.64]