White Sands

White sands draw me in

Like a warm, warm bed 

Comatose, give me rest 

Give me rest

My lungs collect dust from things I'm not proud of 

My throat is an open grave


I'll spit it out in hopes that your proud 

Fill me with holy water

This salty air I breathe, lungs open heart is ready

I want to recover

And receive


Draw your plans before me 

In the sand I'll be waiting

Awakened with fear 

The roar of it all sits beside me 


I'll soak it in in the end I'm just dust 

So Fill me with holy water 

Cleansed now you drown out my sin 

I want to recover

Draw me in

Draw me in 

Draw me in


Jordan Collins