| Song | Sand in the Wind |
| Artist | Týr |
| Album | How Far to Asgaard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Joensen | |
| Lifetime is short compared to the time the earth has existed in | |
| Earth's lifetime compared to that of the great universe | |
| Equally short, our images of the world that we populate | |
| Die harder, our fate and our images | |
| Seen through our eyes might well be lies | |
| What access do we have to the world we're living in | |
| Is this a dream that we live, it's hard to believe | |
| What proof can there be of life, I just think that | |
| it's strange how we all walk around, on visitors feet upon our ground | |
| and make believe that this is all, as we know what all is | |
| And strange how how we can't understand, | |
| compared, earth is only a grain of sand, | |
| when faced with this, I can't deny that ignorance is bliss | |
| When all things flow eternally, and no man is ever there to see | |
| the great eternal unperceived, what is existence | |
| Are these things real although unseen, | |
| and what does it matter that we have been | |
| like grains of sand blow in the wind, so is our existence | |
| Kill the fire, cut the wire, deny desire, be a liar, watch me then | |
| Feed the fire, pull the wire, then take it higher than lie, don't waste breath on it | |
| While we think redemption will save us from temptation | |
| We can't escape religion whatever it's origin, is there no | |
| way out of the madness, it's only brought us sadness | |
| consider it an illness in life, why did it never seem | |
| strange how we all walk around, on visitors feet upon our ground | |
| and make believe that this is all, as we know what all is | |
| And strange how how we can't understand, | |
| compared, earth is only a grain of sand, | |
| when faced with this I can't deny that ignorance is bliss | |
| When all things flow eternally, and no man is ever there to see | |
| the great eternal unperceived, what is existence | |
| Are these things real although unseen, | |
| and what does it matter that we have been | |
| like grains of sand blow in the wind, so is our existence |
| zuo qu : Joensen | |
| Lifetime is short compared to the time the earth has existed in | |
| Earth' s lifetime compared to that of the great universe | |
| Equally short, our images of the world that we populate | |
| Die harder, our fate and our images | |
| Seen through our eyes might well be lies | |
| What access do we have to the world we' re living in | |
| Is this a dream that we live, it' s hard to believe | |
| What proof can there be of life, I just think that | |
| it' s strange how we all walk around, on visitors feet upon our ground | |
| and make believe that this is all, as we know what all is | |
| And strange how how we can' t understand, | |
| compared, earth is only a grain of sand, | |
| when faced with this, I can' t deny that ignorance is bliss | |
| When all things flow eternally, and no man is ever there to see | |
| the great eternal unperceived, what is existence | |
| Are these things real although unseen, | |
| and what does it matter that we have been | |
| like grains of sand blow in the wind, so is our existence | |
| Kill the fire, cut the wire, deny desire, be a liar, watch me then | |
| Feed the fire, pull the wire, then take it higher than lie, don' t waste breath on it | |
| While we think redemption will save us from temptation | |
| We can' t escape religion whatever it' s origin, is there no | |
| way out of the madness, it' s only brought us sadness | |
| consider it an illness in life, why did it never seem | |
| strange how we all walk around, on visitors feet upon our ground | |
| and make believe that this is all, as we know what all is | |
| And strange how how we can' t understand, | |
| compared, earth is only a grain of sand, | |
| when faced with this I can' t deny that ignorance is bliss | |
| When all things flow eternally, and no man is ever there to see | |
| the great eternal unperceived, what is existence | |
| Are these things real although unseen, | |
| and what does it matter that we have been | |
| like grains of sand blow in the wind, so is our existence |
| zuò qǔ : Joensen | |
| Lifetime is short compared to the time the earth has existed in | |
| Earth' s lifetime compared to that of the great universe | |
| Equally short, our images of the world that we populate | |
| Die harder, our fate and our images | |
| Seen through our eyes might well be lies | |
| What access do we have to the world we' re living in | |
| Is this a dream that we live, it' s hard to believe | |
| What proof can there be of life, I just think that | |
| it' s strange how we all walk around, on visitors feet upon our ground | |
| and make believe that this is all, as we know what all is | |
| And strange how how we can' t understand, | |
| compared, earth is only a grain of sand, | |
| when faced with this, I can' t deny that ignorance is bliss | |
| When all things flow eternally, and no man is ever there to see | |
| the great eternal unperceived, what is existence | |
| Are these things real although unseen, | |
| and what does it matter that we have been | |
| like grains of sand blow in the wind, so is our existence | |
| Kill the fire, cut the wire, deny desire, be a liar, watch me then | |
| Feed the fire, pull the wire, then take it higher than lie, don' t waste breath on it | |
| While we think redemption will save us from temptation | |
| We can' t escape religion whatever it' s origin, is there no | |
| way out of the madness, it' s only brought us sadness | |
| consider it an illness in life, why did it never seem | |
| strange how we all walk around, on visitors feet upon our ground | |
| and make believe that this is all, as we know what all is | |
| And strange how how we can' t understand, | |
| compared, earth is only a grain of sand, | |
| when faced with this I can' t deny that ignorance is bliss | |
| When all things flow eternally, and no man is ever there to see | |
| the great eternal unperceived, what is existence | |
| Are these things real although unseen, | |
| and what does it matter that we have been | |
| like grains of sand blow in the wind, so is our existence |