- a.p. duvall
Snake in Sand
In sand I was just a desert snake
Coiled happiness and silver fangs
No ultimatum no raising of my hands
Trapped under the sun
and trapped above the land
You were just a walking crane
Tired of flying against the planes
Seeking shelter wherever you can
Under your wing or in the desert's hands
Come to me in the night once more
We'll leave your troubles on the desert floor
No need to take in consideration
That's been handled by secret agents
Leave me in mourning once again
Bring your father another bottle of gin
Burn the evidence proving any allegiance
That was always apart of the agreement
Take a stand against your memories
They suit you fine, but they don't fit me
This here army is without its guns
Use your compass and use your sons
Take a stand against the cross
Promise not to search for what is lost
Take this heart take the Virginian fog
Take it all take it all take it all take it all
Take it all take it all take it all take it all
Have we let things really go this far
Can we not call our children back
Night is silent as we prepare for war
Everybody is on the same track