Do you ever get the feeling That it's all coming true And it's all being realised by you Do you ever get the feeling What was prophesied was true And it's all being witnessed now by you.
The faces of the children In the artist's loving hands Are all returning Into sand The waters of the oceans Like the rivers running dry It brings a tear to your eye Don't let Terra die.
Do you ever get the feeling That it's all coming true And it's all being recognised by you Do you ever get the feeling Nostradamus told us true And it's all being witnessed now by you.
The waters of the oceans Like the rivers running dry It brings a tear to your eye The faces of the children In the artist's loving hands Are all returning Into sand And slipped right through our hands.
