Sands

Sleep in some safe song to hum
 The dreams we've spun and will run from.
 The heavy head that goes to bed
 Wishing for some new day to come,
 It is a heartload of the beating of your memories
 That in their light make your days bright or dark,
 Said "In my pockets, there is sand from many different lands,
 But I long only for the on that's marked with start,
 Yes, my home it holds my bed, my head, my heart."

 Spent your days searching for some sunset,
 Searched for sunset,
 Yeah, you searched for so long.
 Drenched in darkness,
 Are you so full of regret because you saw what you were seeking,
 Now the sunset is gone,
 But the sun will rise a thousand times,
 And will you still be so surprised to say
 "For every sun that is somewhere setting,
 There is one that is somewhere set to rise."
 For every pretty thing that you find yourself forgetting,
 There's a million magic moments set to widen your eyes,
 So I know it's best to hold my tongue,
 Not cry "Please, oh, please will you come home and
 Listen for the ones you cannot remember?
 They sing as loud as the ones you can't forget!"
 As autumn fades into another December
 Furnished with a feeling that you haven't shaken yet,
 And on and on,
 And what went wrong,
 We sing a separate story to the some old song
 It was in some warehouse where I said I'd always love,
 Indiana where I never knew your name.
 In our lifetimes, there's so many things we could do
 So I wish we wouldn't spend them polishing our own pain
 And you sang a song for dying,
 Well, give me the one that's right for flying
 Into the ones as they go past you,
 Into the ones that you will one day leave behind.
 Speak kindly to the ones who never found the words to ask you
 Though a million years could pass
 And they would never seem to mind.
 And I refuse to believe it was ever naive to say
 "Give your heart to everything that you can find."
 Try as though we try
 It's a very pretty thing to say
 And everything that matters is sure to take time.

 That fearsome face will find its place,
 Give it time and give it space.
 Give it a name, it'll come if you call it,
 Forgive its shame,
 Even if that's how you recall it.