| Song | Holding Sand |
| Artist | Rival Schools |
| Album | United By Fate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rival Schools, S. | |
| Sew a late seed | |
| And so inside | |
| A cast out, unwanted son | |
| A crawl to what you want | |
| Sit down, you fault, you run away from anyone | |
| And where you live, | |
| I feel most on | |
| A corner of space that you don抰 run | |
| And guard抯 off, | |
| I pass you by | |
| Makes no impression as you stand | |
| Makes no impression holding sand | |
| A waif across the sea, aloss | |
| Because you can抰 think straight | |
| It抯 your calling | |
| Wasted mourning | |
| You wish it was your hand sliding down her back | |
| Call, this is the first thing that you can solve | |
| As the weight comes off again | |
| Always the last to remember a name | |
| Makes no impression as you stand | |
| Makes no impression holding sand | |
| You had your captive fan, and then what? | |
| She saw your face and it tied your hands | |
| Made no impression on me | |
| Only left out holding sand | |
| And it runs through | |
| Shows in your face and runs through your hands |
| zuo qu : Rival Schools, S. | |
| Sew a late seed | |
| And so inside | |
| A cast out, unwanted son | |
| A crawl to what you want | |
| Sit down, you fault, you run away from anyone | |
| And where you live, | |
| I feel most on | |
| A corner of space that you don yang run | |
| And guard zha off, | |
| I pass you by | |
| Makes no impression as you stand | |
| Makes no impression holding sand | |
| A waif across the sea, aloss | |
| Because you can yang think straight | |
| It zha your calling | |
| Wasted mourning | |
| You wish it was your hand sliding down her back | |
| Call, this is the first thing that you can solve | |
| As the weight comes off again | |
| Always the last to remember a name | |
| Makes no impression as you stand | |
| Makes no impression holding sand | |
| You had your captive fan, and then what? | |
| She saw your face and it tied your hands | |
| Made no impression on me | |
| Only left out holding sand | |
| And it runs through | |
| Shows in your face and runs through your hands |
| zuò qǔ : Rival Schools, S. | |
| Sew a late seed | |
| And so inside | |
| A cast out, unwanted son | |
| A crawl to what you want | |
| Sit down, you fault, you run away from anyone | |
| And where you live, | |
| I feel most on | |
| A corner of space that you don yāng run | |
| And guard zhā off, | |
| I pass you by | |
| Makes no impression as you stand | |
| Makes no impression holding sand | |
| A waif across the sea, aloss | |
| Because you can yāng think straight | |
| It zhā your calling | |
| Wasted mourning | |
| You wish it was your hand sliding down her back | |
| Call, this is the first thing that you can solve | |
| As the weight comes off again | |
| Always the last to remember a name | |
| Makes no impression as you stand | |
| Makes no impression holding sand | |
| You had your captive fan, and then what? | |
| She saw your face and it tied your hands | |
| Made no impression on me | |
| Only left out holding sand | |
| And it runs through | |
| Shows in your face and runs through your hands |