Warm Sand Tina Dickow

You held the door
Looking over your shoulder
Face to the floor
It was already over
They took a good look at you
They knew that you couldn't follow through
Just stood there and laughed at you
What could I do?

Warm sand underneath my feet
No promises left for you to keep
Fortune smiling back at me
Forgetting the things that couldn't be

I pulled at your dress
But you took no notice
You left me to guess
Your desperate motives
Left here as unfamiliar eyes
Held you and pushed me aside
Aching with blame I
Watched from inside

Warm sand underneath my feet
No promises left for you to keep
Fortune smiling back at me
Forgetting the things that couldn't be
The things that might have been
The things that should have been