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.