The monument of God
- it crumbles into sand
Forgotten and decayed
- the writing of his hand
These times spread out their influence
Through patterns of our lives
Miseries were normalized
And grey dust was a coloured sign
The monument of God
- it crumbles into sand
From prayer to epitaph
- a crucial question's end
These times spread out their influence
Through patterns of our lives
Miseries were normalized
And grey dust was a coloured sign
Walking through this ancient tomb
Forgotten past, surprising, cleaned
So have you seen what I have seen
And ever felt what I have been