Temples - Sand Dance Lyrics
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Sand Dance
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What Are The Lyrics For Sand Dance By Temples?
From under night sky we will wait hoping
That our reflection meets between two Below the dark cries secretly laughing A smile was passed but never on you Come into the meaning when the light sold our Secrets left us in turn Circle in the desert where the mind grows now In a sand dance we burn Upon a question answers prevail A vivid memory of which shes unsure A lesser meaning left among feelings A pirouette left down on the ground Come into the meaning when the light sold our Secrets left us in turn Circle in the desert where the mind grows now In a sand dance we burn Guide the light to Sinking from view We have to be What we have to learn We have to see Things that we wish could be Flames between you Burning from view We have to be What we have to learn We have to see Things that we wish could be Still under night sky We will wait hoping That our reflection meets between two Below the dark cries Secret in passing A smile will last but never on you Guide the light to Sinking from view We have to be What we have to learn We have to see Things that we wish could be Flames between you Burning from view We have to be What we have to learn We have to see Things that we wish could be |
Who Wrote Sand Dance By Temples?
James Edward Bagshaw, Thomas Edward Walmsley
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What's The Duration Of The Sand Dance By Temples?The duration of Sand Dance is 6:31 minutes and seconds. |
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