Grieving the Living(Demo) by Sandfall

Описание: THIS IS DEMO SONG #4 of "The Sandfall Project"

Sandfall is an alternative rock band pushing creativity into uncharted territory with *The Sandfall Project*—a year-long challenge blending raw human songwriting with the power of AI-assisted demo creation. Over the next 52 weeks, the band will release **50 original demo tracks**, each born from Sandfall’s signature sound and shaped with the help of modern creative tools.

On **December 1st, 2026**, fans will choose their favorite **12 songs**, which Sandfall will take into a world-class studio to be re-imagined and recorded entirely by human hands—featuring renowned musicians and producers—to become the band’s full-length album for 2027.

But fans aren’t just listeners—they’re literal builders of the project. For every follow or subscription on **YouTube, Facebook, TikTok, or Instagram**, Sandfall will add one grain of sand to a growing pile. At the end of the challenge, that sand will be crafted into a custom hourglass: a physical symbol of the community that helped turn demos into a finished album.

Fifty Songs. One Year. One Hourglass. A Community-Built Full Length Record.
This is The Sandfall Project.

Lyrics

I drew a circle in the ash
Said your name and waited
The sun just watched me rot
Like grief is something sacred

Smoke bends the air between us
Every phrase comes back wrong

The dead return to earth
They settle, they sleep
But you’re a spell that won’t break
Still breathing in me
It’s easier to close the soil
Than to let you go

Grieving the living
Is a fire I can’t control
Grieving the living
Is a fire I can’t control

I cast you to the water
But you wouldn’t sink
I screamed you to the sky
And lost my breath to speak

Earth won’t take you
Fire won’t clean you
Air keeps calling
Water won’t keep you

Earth won’t take you
Fire won’t clean you
Air keeps calling
Water won’t keep you

Still alive
Still leaving

Grieving the living
Is a fire I can’t control
Grieving the living
Is a fire I can’t control

The dead belong to silence
To root and stone
But grieving the living
Means standing in the circle
Alone

Alone