hour glass

as days go by like the sand in a hour glass,
with each price of sand I want to know
as each grain of sand turns into a minute I want to know
as that sand turns into a hour I want to grow
and with the sand flowing by the hours I want more
I want to know you as the price of sand
I want to know you more by the minute
I want to know and grow with you in that hour
And as the sand turns in hours I want it to feel like forever so I can know you all the way around
So as the hour glass of time goes by would you take a trip with me in the sand?