I have for you a gift, a present made of sand...
and i placed it in your palms, eyes like nervous...

your eyes were the only thing that ever looked at...
but your gaze is turned towards the compass...

all i can think about is back seat heat
palms sweating like a race horse...

Hundreds of miles away, my heart stretches across...
Ghost hums on your love spots, my lips could break...

there are days in my life i feel catatonic
clinging to the notion that better days mean...

and i knew this would hurt,
but not like t h i s...