I buried plans, digging toes in the sand
On a familiar shore, until it was all such a bore
Year after year, fighting back all of the tears
I gave into familiar fears and they leave my unsure
I know that nothing is sacred
Nothing can change this, nothing at all
He looked down at me, asked "where will you be?"
As I sunk into my feet, if only it were easy
You said, that I could have made it
That I should have chased this
That will be all