Sand & Ice - Fanfarlo

What’s the point in building a house here

The nearest light is five miles away

The woods are still in control

What’s the point in sending your thoughts here

To work by night and just die here

Failing to reach a result

What’s your chance of storming a fortress

When all you do is distorted

You’re running out of time

I’m so sorry

For all the strain the worry

Don’t be cross about it

Please don’t ask me to stand still

I can’t hate you for being just what

Everybody thinks you are

I’m no worse than the rest

But I’m easily impressed

You’ve seen my file