Asked if I had ever known your name
I replied, "It sometimes slips away"
Answers now, like sand, shall fill my hands
Slipping through my fingers to the floor
And blown away
Somewhere out beyond our reach
Lie the answers to the questions at hand
Time survives and all that's left is dust
We respond to music of the earth
Our hands touch and to its tune, we dance
Is our kiss just sand thrown to the wind?
Where does it go?
Somewhere out beyond our reach
Lie the answers to the questions at hand
Artist: Celtic Thunder
Artist: Alana Davis
Artist: Brian Wilson