Song | Counting grains of sand |
Artist | Eliane Amherd |
Artist | GASTON |
Artist | JORDAN |
Album | ELIANE AMHERD and band |
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I was a fool | |
to think that I could take a plane to think that I could fly away | |
and let the miles between us make the choices | |
that I couldn’t face | |
and now I’m sitting on the shore less certain than I was before unwilling and unable to let go | |
the sun and the sea are not doing it for me the waves in the wind are not enough | |
this time they’re not enough | |
I was cold | |
I tried to stay out of your way exactly why I couldn’t say | |
it’s just that everything was more then slightly off beat more then slightly off beat… | |
You're counting the raindrops in New York | |
I’m counting the grains of sand in Puerto Rico | |
the sun and the sea are not doing it for me the waves in the wind are not enough | |
this time they’re not enough | |
to save my soul | |
not enough to save my love not enough to save my sanity | |
in this ocean of emotion - not enough... | |
You're counting the raindrops in New York | |
I’m counting the grains of sand in Puerto Rico |
I was a fool | |
to think that I could take a plane to think that I could fly away | |
and let the miles between us make the choices | |
that I couldn' t face | |
and now I' m sitting on the shore less certain than I was before unwilling and unable to let go | |
the sun and the sea are not doing it for me the waves in the wind are not enough | |
this time they' re not enough | |
I was cold | |
I tried to stay out of your way exactly why I couldn' t say | |
it' s just that everything was more then slightly off beat more then slightly off beat | |
You' re counting the raindrops in New York | |
I' m counting the grains of sand in Puerto Rico | |
the sun and the sea are not doing it for me the waves in the wind are not enough | |
this time they' re not enough | |
to save my soul | |
not enough to save my love not enough to save my sanity | |
in this ocean of emotion not enough... | |
You' re counting the raindrops in New York | |
I' m counting the grains of sand in Puerto Rico |
I was a fool | |
to think that I could take a plane to think that I could fly away | |
and let the miles between us make the choices | |
that I couldn' t face | |
and now I' m sitting on the shore less certain than I was before unwilling and unable to let go | |
the sun and the sea are not doing it for me the waves in the wind are not enough | |
this time they' re not enough | |
I was cold | |
I tried to stay out of your way exactly why I couldn' t say | |
it' s just that everything was more then slightly off beat more then slightly off beat | |
You' re counting the raindrops in New York | |
I' m counting the grains of sand in Puerto Rico | |
the sun and the sea are not doing it for me the waves in the wind are not enough | |
this time they' re not enough | |
to save my soul | |
not enough to save my love not enough to save my sanity | |
in this ocean of emotion not enough... | |
You' re counting the raindrops in New York | |
I' m counting the grains of sand in Puerto Rico |