our love was made of granules of sand,

that fell easily through grasping hands

and the waves of terror did shake us so violently

but we stood our ground and took them silently

our love has reached the hearts of gods

and touched them as we battled the odds

that seemed to ever be never in our favour

but they only ever made us braver

the sunset is our time to roam

the restless city of which we call home

it speaks of broken hearts and one-night stands,

our love was made of granules of sand

(that fell easily through grasping hands)