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The Spill Canvas:: Charcol Grey Above
Water collects on my eyelashes, 
And I am screaming my fears to the charcol grey above. 
and I'll take all the sand dollars and seashells for myself. 
Your hands will never, ever touch them. 

The winds hits the rocks, 
        the soundtrack to my thoughts. 
just walk away don't even think about it. 
You wouldn't understand if you tried. 

And all these things belong to me 
The showing of this beauty 
and as the waves crash over me,
my body get stumbled into the bottom of the sea.
I wanna sink eternally.. 

You're the sand beneath my feet..

Last but not least, I will repeat.. 
You are the sand beneath my feet. 

Sand beneath my feet.. 
Sand beneath my feet.