I awoke troubled by awful sounds

Where the sky was dim and cities shining

One by one we're turning the old statue.

Now I have seen all they have offered me

And all my words will simply die

One by one, we're turning the old statue.

Oh the leaves of the grass, death beneath our feet

Has now given way there in the land mass

Inhabits the earth many long years of wondering

Oh the water will part clear us of this mess,

Restore our good name, grace us at our death

And rise from above, suddenly you feel in the air.

Wake inside and of the years you tried

If my mind relents then I will hide

One by one, we're turning to old statues

(Oh yeah)

Oh the leaves of the grass, death beneath our feet

Has now given way there in the land mass,

Inhabits the earth many long years of wondering

Oh the water will part clear us of this mess,

Restore our good name, grace us at our death

And rise from above, suddenly you feel in the air.