Drawing up lines in the sand to be crossed and the
Time from the sand is the time that we’ve lost and
We’ll never get back But the patterns from sand
Reveal themselves after the gravity

I’ve got an exit strategy but it’s flawed ‘cause
The one I’ve got has a certain company that when
Deployed is giving second thoughts but now I’m
Caught So now the tables turn around and I’m forced
To reveal my strategy but in defense you counter
And we go round and round We control our own dest-
Iny-extraordinary forces then we are lost and
Found

We planted a camp on solid rock but we never
Once gave a pause for thought for the ambush above
From the beautiful hills-but beauty has a way of
Fooling you

Drawing lines in the sand to be crossed