So tremble if you must. For the dust is still breathing. And the trees are just the leaves On a big breathing globe. And there's life in the rocks. And the seashells are listening To the sounds of the sands As it rests on its way.
So tremble if you must. For the dust is still breathing. And the trees are just the leaves On a big breathing globe. And there's life in the rocks. And the seashells are listening To the sounds of the sands As it rests on its way.