Guano Apes

The sand, the sand it covers the land
it's just a victim
you didn't stop it
high noon and the walk brings the storm with it
born to it or lay on it
Day on day, night on night
with the thrill of a kid on my side
I will survive
As long as this trip will go
with my soul
I search for water
you need the cold
bring me some bubbles and a crown of gold