Hands on a Grain of Sand

Hounds are broodin' in my bones
 But I am a good dog runnin' halfway home
 Hear the lonely promenade
 Come to nurse the tender terrways
 All hands on a grain of sand;
 Half smallest things are the high demand.
 I can only serenade
 And wait my turn to burn or fade.
 All colours you can see
 Cover the borders of a masterpiece
 Time can paint the best of me
 Over the unclear eyes of memory
 All hands on a grain of sand;
 Half smallest things are the high demand.
 I can only serenade
 And wait my turn to burn or fade.
 Cover love from sympathy
 Be my maker, set me free
 Truer hearts could not contain
 How I cover love but I have not changed
 If I had the past undone
 Then I would give my heart to everyone
 Hounds are turning, doves have flown
 But I am a good dog running halfway home
 All hands on a grain of sand;
 Half smallest things are the high demand.
 I can only serenade
 And wait my turn to burn or fade.