Aaron Hallett - Afternoon Lyrics

When you wanted
Something right
All you got was sand
Slipping through your fingertips
Emptied outstretched hand
Like the stubble
Burn it up
Ash before a fan
Seems you keep on storing up
But nothing goes as planned

In the middle of the afternoon
It's alright
In the evening will I tell the truth
Hope I might

Undivided
Sorted sight
Catch it if you can
Feel it when you lose your grip
Pulled out from your hand
Like stubble
Burn it up
Ash before a fan
Seems you keep on storing up
And making little plans

In the middle of the afternoon
It's alright
In the evening will I tell the truth
Hope I might

In the middle of the afternoon
It's alright
In the evening will I tell the truth
Hope I might