Old Statues

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
 Ahh
 Wake inside and of the years you tried
 If my mind relents now It'll hide
 One by one, we're turning to old statues
 Oh yea
 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