Running Through Our Hands - Jack Bruce

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

Stormclouds 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…