Brazilian Biao.
Lying in bed paging through a good book.
Stories capture other times
And I read between the lines
Pages of Sand
Text: Kara Johnstad © 1995 Music: Guilherme Castro
Just like sand inside my shoe I feel you slipping inside
And I will carry you far
Shadow´s line the walls of the room
A clock keeps time, aching moon
Lights are low, I turn the page
The walls whisper their age
Oh, where will we travel tonight, my dearest love
oh how I long to enter your world
Will your arms take me afar
To distant lands where we
Will warm ourselves on hot sands.
Stories capture other times
And I read between the lines
And like sand inside my show I feel you slipping inside and I will carry you on.
Published CD Kara Johnstad “Pages fo Sand”