It's the sand that longs for the high tide,It's the sand that needs to be washed,
It's the sand that misses the wave
every second that it's gone.
It's the sand that needs to hear the ocean
play her song.
It's like a wave over the sand
bathing each grain,
refreshing with grace
It's like the wave born far away
winning the ocean in this race.
It's like she's the wave,
And I'm the sand
and her high tide
is what I crave.
