Before the day is done,
let’s throw the stones
Into the wishing well
and watch them fall down down
I thought i heard a voice
coming from the trees
It said now listen boy
who’re you trying to please
Who’re you trying to please x3
As i fall into you, like a million grains of sand falling through my hands x2
Young men overhead
keep gazing down
Into the streets they stare
To wander round, round, round
Hoping to forget
why the things they do
Are only good for some
but not enough for you
Who’re you trying to please x3
As i fall into you, like a million grains of sand falling through my hands
As i fall into you, like a million grains of sand falling through my hands