A Hope For Home - Seasons | Текст песни

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We've conquered everything
These minds and these machines
By our hands the earth stops its spin
And with our will it begins again.
But our first breath is as our last.

Will the heavens still shine without our gaze?
And will the seasons still pass if there's no one to count the days?

We fade like the summer leaves in fall
Then drift with the winters wind.
And still we thought that we were gods
But we're nothing more
Than a grain of sand in time

We've conquered everything, these minds and these machines.
By our hands the earth stops its spin, and with our will it begins again.
But when the mountains turn to dust, and the rivers all run dry,
When my final breath has come and gone, this place will carry on.

We are nothing more than grains of sand on the shores of time.