Chrissie Hynde, James Walbourne - Every Grain of Sand lyrics
[Chrissie Hynde, James Walbourne - Every Grain of Sand lyrics]
In the time of my confession
In the hour of my deepest need
When the pools of tears beneath my
Feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within
Me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and
The morals of despair
Don't have the inclination to look
Back on any mistake like Cain
I now behold this chain of
Events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I
Can see the master's hand
In every leaf that tremblеs
In every grain of sand
Oh, the flowеrs of indulgence and
The weeds of yesteryear like criminals
They have choked the breath of
Conscience and good cheer
The sun beams down upon the steps
Of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness
And the memory of decay
I gaze into the doorway
Of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way
I'll always hear my name
Then onward on my journey
I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like
Every grain of sand
I have gone from rags to riches
In the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream
In the chill of a wintery light
In the bitter dance of
Loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence
On each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footsteps like
The motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there
Other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance
Of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling
Like every grain of sand
In the hour of my deepest need
When the pools of tears beneath my
Feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within
Me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and
The morals of despair
Don't have the inclination to look
Back on any mistake like Cain
I now behold this chain of
Events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I
Can see the master's hand
In every leaf that tremblеs
In every grain of sand
Oh, the flowеrs of indulgence and
The weeds of yesteryear like criminals
They have choked the breath of
Conscience and good cheer
The sun beams down upon the steps
Of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness
And the memory of decay
I gaze into the doorway
Of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way
I'll always hear my name
Then onward on my journey
I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like
Every grain of sand
I have gone from rags to riches
In the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream
In the chill of a wintery light
In the bitter dance of
Loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence
On each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footsteps like
The motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there
Other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance
Of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling
Like every grain of sand