Ive said once before Distance is just slight of hand But i realize now that with love It's just like sand. You try to keep it all together, Try to keep it in your grip But you see, at some point It's all just going to slip. Give yourself some props At least you were trying But in the end you have to face, This thing you had is dying. You can always pick the sand up Try to put it back But that jar you put the sand in Has a ruthless crack. It's hard to tell yourself the truth That nothing is going to change Look long and hard to see it The thing you had is estranged. Like magic you want to believe its there To hope there's still a spark But in the end, the slight of hand Has left you in the dark.