| The towers that shoulder your pride | |
| The words you've written in stone | |
| Sand will cover them | |
| Sand will cover you | |
| The streets that suffer your name | |
| Your very flesh and your bones | |
| Sand will cover them | |
| Sand will cover you | |
| So put your faith in more than steel | |
| Don't store your treasures up with moth and rust | |
| Where thieves break in and steal | |
| Pull the fangs from out your heel | |
| Well, we live in but a shadow of the real | |
| Step out from time | |
| See the dust of nations | |
| Step out from time | |
| Hear the stars' ovation | |
| Saturn will not sleep until the sand has made us clean | |
| Still we stack our stones and bury what we can | |
| But it all will be undone, nothing built under the sun | |
| Never stand before the endless march of sand | |
| So put your faith in more than steel | |
| Don't store your treasures up with moth and rust | |
| Where thieves break in and steal | |
| Pull the fangs from out your heel | |
| Well, we live in but a shadow of the real | |
| So put your faith in more than steel | |
| Don't store your treasures up with moth and rust | |
| Where thieves break in and steal | |
| Pull the fangs from out your heel | |
| Well we live in but a shadow of the real |