Old Statues

I awoke troubled by awful sounds Where the sky was dim and cities shining One by one we're turning the old statue Now I have seen all they have offered me And all my words will simply die One by one, we're turning the old statue Oh the leaves of the grass Death beneath our feet Has now given way there in the land mass Inhabits the earth many long years of wondering Oh the water will part clear us of this mess Restore our good name grace us at our death And rise from above, suddenly you feel in the air Ahh Wake inside and of the years you tried If my mind relents now It'll hide One by one, we're turning to old statues Oh yea Oh the leaves of the grass Death beneath our feet Has now given way, there in the land mass Inhabits the earth many long years of wondering Oh the water will part clear us of this mess Restore our good name grace us at our death And rise from above, suddenly you feel in the air