In my back, where i carry the world There are bruises and cuts of your sword And the pain you cause with your words And the promises you haven't swore You made me no good So i walk to the top of your head Make you listen all that you said You got sad and i'm pretty mad Cause our thing won't be longer than that I won't make it through Take my hand, i won't stand I won't see you sink our land Be a man, here i am We're back on our sea of sand We're back on our sea of sand Our hearts are so empty and poor But our bodies are screaming for more Held your chest and i wanted to soar Now i feel like i'm hitting the floor And you have felt it too Take my hand, i won't stand I won't see you sink our land Be a man, here i am We're back on our sea of sand We're back on our sea of sand I was talking; you just had a book You were telling; i just had to cook In the end, you had a kind of a look That was saying: "gimme back what you took" "baby, i'm not in the mood!" Take my hand, i won't stand I won't see you sink our land Be a man, here i am We're back on our sea of sand We're back on our sea of sand We're back on our sea of sand We're back on our sea of sand