The Grain - Hammers of Misfortune

Far from the ridges and rivers we crossed

So in our wandering we’re lost

Far from the shores, the mountains and hills

Nothing but dust moving still

Try to forget the leaves and the shade

Focus instead on the time we made

Now the horizon is nothing but sand

So we have reached the deserted land

But the grain is so fine

In your teeth in your time

But the grain is precise

In your veins, in your eyes

Nought but the sand and the night-fallen stars

Only the cold desert moon

Sound of your voice is so shocking and strange

Suddenly so out of tune

Oh how the sound of our hearts beating down

The gusting and howling will drown

There is no shade but the shadow of you

Lost in the dust of the dunes

But the grain is so fine

In your teeth in your time

But the grain is so nice

In the veins of your eyes

But the grain in the breeze

Is like fire in the trees

But the grain is precise

In the veins of your eyes