Build a boat for yourself And set out for the sun In the dream of yourself To dissolve and be gone ♪ His gears, his machine Controls my life He's right in everything He's always been Slim and grey Sleepy traveller, pale at noon Thank him for being everything The call has come The finger points to trace The names of the thousands Who are buried under the sand That spills from the hourglass And it will spin you, drain you, eat you Once it is done ♪ In the cold yesterday We would shed, from apart Our hope climb the wall of our mind Outside over thousands who were buried Under the well of common memories And they will eat you, drain you, drink you Once they are done