My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
A wandering man, call me sand
Oh sir, my fire is very small
It will not warm thy heart at all
But thee may take me by the hand
Hold me, and i'll call thee sand
My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
Wandering, call me sand
At night when stars light up my sky
Oh sir, i dream my fire is high
Oh, taste these lips sir if you can
Wandering man, i'll call thee sand
Oh sir, my fire is burning high
If thee should stop sir, i would die
The shooting star has crossed my land
Wandering man, she whispered... Sand (sand)
Now warms herself with memories
I was a stranger in her land
A wandering man, she called me sand
He was a stranger in my land
A wandering man
She called me
Sand