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.



Do you ever get the feeling.