If a thing should fall
It's not the end
We roll it up
And start again
When the sun sets
In the west
We turn to the east
And hope for the best
As through a glass
The sand will drop
Less and less
Until it stop
But when it comes
To the final grain
The glass is turned
And starts again

There is an end
And it will come
But not until
These days are done
And when we think
This is the end
Eternity
Will just begin.