Try to face up to the blinding sun

Racing for the final word to come

Facing up, it's hard to stay devout

I can see the sand and it's running out

And it's running out

We quote each other only when we're wrong

We tear out the threads and move along

We can't seem to find common ground

I can see the sand and it's running out

It was only circumstances

But it's the difference

It gets in the way

No race is run in this direction

You can't break even

You can't even quit the game

The current drags to the bottom

A hemorrhage that moves us around

It pulls and beckons in a strong direction

High water forever bringing us down

I can see the sand and it's running out

It's running out

It was only circumstances

But it's the difference

It gets in the way

No race is run in this direction

You can't break even

You can't even quit the game