This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
I always knew you were a rambler
Betting on you makes me a gambler
But I fell so hard I ignored your past
Tried to tame your heart but you moved too fast
You're like a handful of water, fistful of sand
The tighter I hold on, the more you slip right through my hands
You keep on running
So why do I even bother
Holding on to you is like a handful of water
Like the ocean waves sitting on high tide
Boy you fill me up when you're by my side
Then you roll away
You never could stand still
This lonely beach knows how I feel
You're like a handful of water, fistful of sand
The tighter I hold on, the more you slip right though my hands
You keep on running
So why do I even bother
Holding on to you is like a handful of water
You know I never try to tie you down
I can wait forever hoping you'd come back around
You keep on running
So why do I even bother
Holding on to you is like a handful of water, fistful of sand
The tighter I hold on, the more you slip right through my hands
You keep on running
So why do I even bother
Holding on to you, it's impossible to do
Holding on to you is like a handful of water
Betting on you makes me a gambler
But I fell so hard I ignored your past
Tried to tame your heart but you moved too fast
You're like a handful of water, fistful of sand
The tighter I hold on, the more you slip right through my hands
You keep on running
So why do I even bother
Holding on to you is like a handful of water
Like the ocean waves sitting on high tide
Boy you fill me up when you're by my side
Then you roll away
You never could stand still
This lonely beach knows how I feel
You're like a handful of water, fistful of sand
The tighter I hold on, the more you slip right though my hands
You keep on running
So why do I even bother
Holding on to you is like a handful of water
You know I never try to tie you down
I can wait forever hoping you'd come back around
You keep on running
So why do I even bother
Holding on to you is like a handful of water, fistful of sand
The tighter I hold on, the more you slip right through my hands
You keep on running
So why do I even bother
Holding on to you, it's impossible to do
Holding on to you is like a handful of water
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Handful of Water Lyrics as written by Austin Cunningham Jason D. Sellers
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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