| There must’ve been a moment
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| A second or a time
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| When I didn’t look up or I missed some kind of sign
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| Turned the wrong direction
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| When she was just an inch away
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| Like a missed connection
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| And my future slipped away
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| There’ve been times when I feel like I’m
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| Conspired against by faith
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| It’s almost bad enough to make me hate
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| I’m sick of building castles in the sand
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| Just waiting for another face to break my promised land
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| I’ve been looking for the real thing in a lonely one night stand
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| Like building castles in the sand
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| Cos it terrifies me, ending up alone
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| And it walks beside me, the ghost of chances gone
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| Did I have it did I let it go, or close the door to fast?
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| Is there an answer locked up in my past? |
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| in my past
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| I’m sick of building castles in the sand
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| Seem like everybody else I know can hold it in their hands
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| So will it ever happen or am I doomed to walk this land
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| Just building castle’s in the sand?
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| (SOLO)
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| I’ve been crying, I’ve been living alone so long
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| I’ve been over and over the reasons
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| But I can’t find the thing that’s wrong
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| In my mind, all the evidence seems to say
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| I wouldn’t even know it if she walked right in today
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| I’m sick of building castles in the sand
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| Seems like everybody else I know can hold it it their hands
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| So will it ever happen or am I doomed to walk this land
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| Just building castles in the sand? |