Into the sun
behind the moon
she’s drawing circles
all around you.
Faced to the ground you kiss the sand.
Head in the crowd until the end.  

The cream has turned sour.
Bitter taste the wine.
You’re losing the hour
missing every sign.
Faced to the ground you kiss the sand.
Head in the crowd until the end.    

 What if they’re right and we are wrong?
 Is there any hope to change what’s going on?
 Does anybody matter?
 Does anybody really care?  

The prophecy’s done.
It’s on the wall.
A matter of time
all kingdoms fall.
Face to the ground. Kiss the sand.
This is the best way to hasten the end.    

 What if they’re right and we are wrong?
 Is there any hope to change what’s going on?
 Does anybody matter?
 Does anybody really care?