Testo Nostradamus

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 tolds 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?