Do you ever get the feeling   That it's all coming true   And it's all being realised by you   Do you ever get the feeling   What was prophesied was true   And it's all being witnessed now by you.      The faces of the children   In the artist's loving hands   Are all returning   Into sand   The waters of the oceans   Like the rivers running dry   It brings a tear to your eye   Don't let terra die.      Do you ever get the feeling   That it's all coming true   And it's all being recognised by you   Do you ever get the feeling   Nostradamus told us true   And it's all being witnessed now by you.      The waters of the oceans   Like the rivers running dry   It brings a tear to your eye   The faces of the children   In the artist's loving hands   Are all returning   Into sand   And slipped right through our hands.      Do you ever get the feeling.