My love feels like a fist full of sand

Holding on in a hurricane

It just turned to mud and washed away

And I stood alone in the rain

I’m not afraid of dying

But of living without you

It’s not living at all I fear

It’s been years since the sky’s been blue

It’s the twisted paths of an endless routine

The grinding cogs of a broken machine

Each day is just a day

And somehow this isn’t just a bad dream