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 and the artist's loving hands
Are all returning into sand
The waters of the oceans and 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 and the rivers running dry
It brings a tear to your eye
The faces of the children and the artist's loving hands
Are all returning into sand
They slip right through our hands

Do you ever get the feeling?