Cruel intentionsOften are forgotten tooIt’s no use I knowI’ve been there beforeWe areFeel You slipping through my handsEuphoriaFollow footsteps in the sandBreathe instead of chokingTry and pace yourselfInherit tension and possessions tooEven when it’s over You we’re throughWe areFeel You slipping through my handsEuphoriaFollow footsteps in the sandShow me I’m not going blindShow me I’m not going blindFor all I knowI can’t waste time alongTell me when the sky…