Sand and Clay

That time you called
I ran and came
We talked it out
and it was okay

and we made our island
out of sand and clay
just sturdy enough
to survive when the dusty winds

howled in the night
whispering doubt in our hearts
but we talked it out
and everything was okay
and we had our island
out of sand and clay

One day I woke
and you trembled with fright
we talked it out
and it was alright

so why do you run
when the candle's still lit
and the wax still smolder's
on a fragile crusted whick

we might have some troubles
to stand in our way
but no worries
we'll have our island
made of sand and clay

you can hold your calls
and make them wait
bury that little black book
or let it burn at the stake
because nothing will ever
stand in our way
as long as we have our island
made of sand and clay

In case you go
and I forget your soft hair's scent
or in case your gone
and I cant remember a strand straight or bent
or that divine smile
that made everything okay
we'll have our island
made of sand and clay

Please make me happy
and do what you must
follow your heart
not greed or lust
but in case the moon
never again shines

or the setting sun
will never be mine
I want you to know
that everythings okay
because I'll have our island
made of sand and clay