On sticks and sand lost my money lost my hands. Blood on my brain too much salt in my veins. And I thought pain was clean. And I thought hearts were strong. But bones aren't sticks anymore. And a day is far too long. So many days never needing any grace. Live for kicks and danger there'd be beauty anyway. . And I thought pain was clean. And I thought hearts were strong. But bones aren't sticks anymore. And a day is far too long x3.