I see the sand fall through my hand
A subtle picture, quiet reminder
We're staring through this hour glass

When will it run out? When will we run out?

We've learned to build our castles out of sand for so long
So temporary, I watch them tumble down

It's time to let it go

Turn back the hand to the beginning

Wouldn't it be nice, give it some more time
Bury yourself under the blanket

How do we slow down?
How do we walk when we're supposed to run?