Last grain in the hourglass

How I wanted this one to last
you were more than I dared to ask
oh if only we had more time
and if only water was wine..

How fair is this affair?
And how do I fare when you're not there
when it's time for farewell?

You turn my mountains to dust
with a whisper, gentle and soft
and if only green was gray
then just maybe you could stay..

How fair is this affair?
And how do I fare when you're not there
when it's time for farewell?
Morning smiles and warm sighs
did I ever mention that I love you...
the sands are running out.