Yellow stones beneath the grains of time, sand is running through the spine.
Through our eyes, we see the dawning of a new sunrise while we are waiting just to die.
These waiting times again, we will never be the same.
We'll wash this pain away, let us see a brighter day.
Stepping through, leaving footsteps in the sand, looking back at this wasted land.
Stepping through where we march into quicksand, sinking in our tombs again.
When the walls are closing in, the endless march to home begins, the hourglass is falling.
When the walls are closing in we hold our breath, the air is thin.
Do you have got the strength to live again?
Through our eyes, we see the dawning of a new sunrise while we are waiting just to die.
These waiting times again, we will never be the same.
We'll wash this pain away, let us see a brighter day.
Stepping through, leaving footsteps in the sand, looking back at this wasted land.
Stepping through where we march into quicksand, sinking in our tombs again.
When the walls are closing in, the endless march to home begins, the hourglass is falling.
When the walls are closing in we hold our breath, the air is thin.
Do you have got the strength to live again?