So soft you just want to touch it
And keep shedding your hair
A nursing home and a bottle of bleach
A thousand grains of sand
To be the last hope of offending me
Stitch me up, I'm beginning to tear
Fold me up and take me everywhere
I wanna look but I don't wanna stare
This ain't love, it's just a form of attack
You got a handful of string
Fistful of salt and some seasoning
No crime if there's no law
Feet on the ground but I can't feel the floor
A thousand grains of sand
A thousand grains of sand
WRITERS
Charles John Forbes, Charlie Steen, Edward Hammond Green, Joshua Bevan Finerty, Sean Coyle-Smith