I am the ground where you will lie
I am the wind where you will fly
Where time is holding a sick, sick pace
We're starting to rust when it all is over
But I am the ground where you will lie
I am the wind where you will fly
Where a child is holding a sick, sick face
We're starting to rust when it all is over
I am the ground where you will lie
I am the wind where you will fly
I am the ground where you will lie
I am the wind where you will fly
Where a child is holding a sick, sick face
We're starting to rust when it all is over
Where a child is holding a sick, sick face
We're starting to rust when it all is over
We all turn back to dust, yea
Save me, save me, save me, save me