I see my footprints in the sand,
But you're not there to hold my hand.
These tracks look lonely,
When it's only me.

The sand beneath my feet,
The tide comes in and pulls me deep.
Wash away our prints,
But leave behind my sins.

The cold clings to me,
Nobody to hold me close
And keep me cozy.
I guess this is now where I stand,
Watching our footprints fade into the sand.