Lyrics

Everything I touched turned to sand Endless grains filtered through my hands Time and time again Everything I did turned to dust In wintertime I know I must Do my best to search for the light I'm trying to make it right Everything I did, I did with best intent Every straight line I walked somehow got bent Still I try to scale the heights I'm trying to make it right Seems like I'm caught with my finger in a Chinese puzzle The harder I pull, the further I get from freedom Lord knows that I try I'm trying to make it right