All this time is ash and sand

It's running through my hands

So what if I don't feel it?

So what if I don't see it?



Torn apart from limb to limb

And put in place again

So what if I don't feel it?



Innocence is gone and 

You don't taste the same

But I know that you don't see it



The steps between us are starting to show

The space between us is starting to grow

And I know that you don't see it



All this time is ash and sand

Running through our hands

So what if we don't feel it?