I stumbled on a grain of sand again
And in the sand my body lies
I could reach out for a hand again
Or I could stay and close my eyes

Cause I'm tired of stumbling on sand
Can you be unselfish?
Can you understand that I'm tired of being tired


When I try to dodge a drop of rain
I crash into a spec of dust
If I no longer want to play this game
Then who are you to say I must

It's your turn to taste
The helplessness, the waste
But no one's to blame
For a man going sane
For a mind going sane



The offence innate, the gift of life
All you give is mine to take
I am tired of catching orange lights
And I have every right to break