Lyrics Traces in the Sand - Me And My Drummer

Traces in the Sand

Tied up in tight ropes
With a purple bow on top
Like asleep i fall into this
I fall for this
Held down knees on the wrists
And this is
What i want them to do
Like asleep we fall into this
We fall for this
And i know what i sound like
Please keep in mind
I am still asleep
But if the private is political
I’m looking for the fire door
In me to leave
It’s a flesh force
It’s a ridden horse
All rearing up
All caving in
Limbs are dancing
Quivering
Deliciously
Held down
Ropes around her feet
And this is just the right thing for me
Like asleep we fall into this
We fall for this
We could leave traces in the sand here
All over the place
If the flesh on our bones would celebrate
The given time today
And i know what i sound like
Please keep in mind
I am still asleep
But if the private is political
I’m looking for the fire door
In me to leave