Sand
The Microphones Lyrics


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i'd like to believe
in one thing that you say to me
would you like to leave?
when i try to talk at all, it all just turns out to be
turn on the stove
in the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home
my head fills with heat
from the knife in your hand to mine
i'd like to understand
what you think about, why it seems so bad
it's only escape
from everything i know i'm weak, i know that i'm sad
turn on the stove
in the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home




my head fills with heat
from the knife in your hand to my sand

Overall Meaning

The Microphones' song "Sand" is a hauntingly beautiful track with mysterious and poetic lyrics that leave a lot of room for interpretation. The song seems to be about a relationship that has fallen apart, leaving the singer feeling confused, despondent, and possibly even suicidal. The first verse expresses a longing to believe in something that the other person has said, but also a fear of being left behind. The second verse is even more ambiguous, as the lyrics describe a scene of intense heat and tension in a tiny room, with a knife representing some kind of violent threat. There is also a sense of desperation and helplessness, as the singer says they are weak and sad and looking for a way to escape.


One possible interpretation of "Sand" is that it is about the aftermath of a failed romantic relationship. The singer is trying to make sense of what went wrong and why they feel so lost and alone. The imagery of the tiny room and the knife suggest a sense of claustrophobia and danger, as if the singer feels trapped and afraid of their former partner. The reference to sand in the final line of the song could be read as a metaphor for a relationship that has crumbled away to nothing, leaving only a desolate wasteland behind.


Line by Line Meaning

i'd like to believe
I want to put my trust in something


in one thing that you say to me
I want to believe what you tell me


would you like to leave?
Do you want to go away?


when i try to talk at all, it all just turns out to be
Whenever I attempt to communicate, it always ends up being


turn on the stove
Light up the oven


in the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home
Inside the small living spaces labeled as homes by our friends


my head fills with heat
My mind overflows with anger and confusion


from the knife in your hand to mine
Due to the tension and conflict between us


i'd like to understand
I want to comprehend


what you think about, why it seems so bad
Your thoughts and the reasons why things are going wrong


it's only escape
The only way out of this situation


from everything i know i'm weak, i know that i'm sad
Because I recognize my own lack of strength and sorrow


from the knife in your hand to my sand
Implying some sort of threat from you to me




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