House On The Sand

Nothin's gonna change what is done
No one will bring back the dream that is gone
It's just another day for the pressioned
In the end you're just like dust on the road

Is it all becoming cold as black and white
Or has it always been?

Perhaps an illusion but used to taste so real
Perhaps a thought but used to be so touchable
It's like i've never found a rock for me to stand
Feels like i've been bulding my house on the sand

My mind should not play me those tricks
Each one of them i took as a brick
But now after the blowing wind i see
Lots of castles have been washed out to the sea

The world that you know is not here anymore
Those bright lights are not bringing colors, no they won't
Is it all becoming cold as black and white
Or has it always been?