Far from the ridges and rivers we crossed So in our wandering we're lost Far from the shores, the mountains and hills Nothing but dust moving still Try to forget the leaves and the shade Focus instead on the time we made Now the horizon is nothing but sand So we have reached the deserted land
But the grain is so fine In your teeth in your time But the grain is precise In your veins, in your eyes
Nought but the sand and the night-fallen stars Only the cold desert moon Sound of your voice is so shocking and strange Suddenly so out of tune Oh how the sound of our hearts beating down The gusting and howling will drown There is no shade but the shadow of you Lost in the dust of the dunes
But the grain is so fine In your teeth in your time But the grain is so nice In the veins of your eyes But the grain in the breeze Is like fire in the trees But the grain is precise In the veins of your eyes