Running Through Our Hands

Running through our hands In the waving grass One harvest time can't stop them now Cities made of sand That were built to last No one man sky to tell them how Seasons kiss, collide and miss Stars still turn and sometimes burn And the stones alone laugh Passing through our arms Go each others loves One woman sea can't break their fall Blossoms in your gaze, Storm clouds race above One season more they've grown so tall Seasons kiss, collide and miss Stars still turn and sometimes burn But the stones alone laugh --- Running Through Our Hands - Jack Bruce