Nostradamus

Do you ever get the feelingThat it's all coming trueAnd it's all being realised by youDo you ever get the feelingWhat was prophesied was trueAnd it's all being witnessed now by you
The faces of the childrenIn the artist's loving handsAre all returningInto sandThe waters of the oceansAnd the rivers running dryIt brings a tear to your eyeDon't let Terra die
Do you ever get the feelingThat it's all coming trueAnd it's all being recognised by youDo you ever get the feelingNostradamus told us trueAnd it's all being witnessed now by you
The waters of the oceansAnd the rivers running dryIt brings a tear to your eyeThe faces of the childrenIn the artist's loving handsAre all returningInto sandAnd slipped right through our hands
Do you ever get the feeling