Tiny grains of love
I always pick them up
Left-overs of their past
For me they're a must
Tiny grains of love
You're what I'll ever have
You're my golden dust
Something mine that'll last
Tiny grains of love
You're what I must have
Yet a precious sand
That kept slipping through my hands
Tiny grains of love
When will my glass be filled
When will I ever be drunk
When will I ever get to taste
A cup full of love
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
Tiny grains of love
I always pick them up
Left-overs of their past
For me they're a must
Tiny grains of love
You're what I'll ever have
You're my golden dust
Something mine that'll last
Tiny grains of love
You're what I must have
Yet a precious sand
That kept slipping through my hands
Tiny grains of love
When will my glass be filled
When will I ever be drunk
When will I ever get to taste
A cup full of love
