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tomorrow is

a grain of sand in the eye,

..away

you've been

a grain of wheat in my hand,

you blew away

couldn't  

hug you tight enough,

that day

i grasp and all

i get to hold on to

...is today



and the feeling that escaped and stayed



all the pale blue grey sky

and the chafed stocks

swaying bitterly

cracking like my hands



drums of the devils band



wide pale blue grey sky

all the chafed stocks

swaying bitterly

cracking like my hands



drums of the heart land



in a withering man



tomorrows gone

i looked it straight in the eye,

i blinked and it left

it won

the grain of wheat in my hand,

i wonder

did i

hunger quite enough

for you

for you, my love

i just have to hold on to

....today



and the feeling that escaped and stayed



all the pale blue grey sky

and the chafed stocks

swaying bitterly

cracking like my hands



drums of the devils band



wide pale blue grey sky

all the chafed stocks

swaying bitterly

cracking like my hands



drums of the heart land



in a withering man



in a withering man



i know the devils not real

and i know you are

so why do i hear his music

..and you're gone