Lyrics:

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