Try to face up to the blinding sunRacing for the final word to
comeFacing up, it's hard to stay devoutI can see the sand
and it's running outAnd it's running outWe quote each
other only when we're wrongWe tear out the threads and move
alongWe can't seem to find common groundI can see the sand
and it's running outIt was only circumstancesBut it's
the differenceIt gets in the wayNo race is run in this
directionYou can't break evenYou can't even quit the
gameThe current drags to the bottomA hemorrhage that moves us
aroundIt pulls and beckons in a strong directionHigh water
forever bringing us downI can see the sand and it's running
outIt's running outIt was only circumstancesBut it's
the differenceIt gets in the wayNo race is run in this
directionYou can't break evenYou can't even quit the
game