I've got sand in my joints
I'm counting the grains
And they're so sharp
I'm feeling the pain
I'm like King Canute's daughter
A lamb to the slaughter
My feet in the water
It's not what they think
It's not what it seems
Sand in My JointsI've got sand in my joints I'm counting the grains And they're so sharp I'm feeling the pain I'm like King Canute's daughter A lamb to the slaughter My feet in the water It's not what they think It's not what it seems |