sandcastles

(a song that i wrote about myself - though I didn't realize that it was autobiographical at the time - during the trip to spain in 2002-2003, in cooperation with josh colpitts. funny how things seem to apply to various facets of one's life)

she's got nothing on her feet but her pretty pink shoes

a whole in all her pockets, and nothing left to lose.

she´s jumped a train to nowhere and can't wait to see

that no one's there waiting, and there never will be.

she climbs sandcastles, nearing the sky

someone so damn low, should never climb so high

she climbs sandcastles, nearing the sky

someone so damn low, should never climb so high

she smiles to the sun, then cries herself to sleep.

she´s got a worm inside her sole, and it's digging too deep.

well her heart's still pumping blood, like the day she was born,

but the skin she wears outside, is jagged and torn.

she climbs sandcastles, nearing the sky

someone so damn low, should never climb so high

she climbs sandcastles, nearing the sky

someone so damn low, should never climb so high

a paper airplane to the coast, she road to find,

the castle in the sand, that she used to climb.

a paper airplane to the coast, she road to find,

the castle in the sand, that she used to climb.

she climbs sandcastles, nearing the sky

someone so damn low, should never climb so high

she climbs sandcastles, nearing the sky

someone so damn low, should never climb so high