Sarah, can I believe in evergreens?
Trees so glorious it's forever green.
When, the dust of sands is all that is seen.
Here upon this land, the trees never seed.
The dry beds where the rivers never meet.
And the brushes crumble beneath my feet.

Where the sun scorches everything in sight.
Where the moon tides the waveless earth, respite.

Who am I to believe in evergreens.
Trees so glorious they're forever green.
When, for ages, this is all that's been seen.
Here upon this land, nothing ever seeds.

Sarah, I can't believe in evergreens.
Sarah, I can't believe in anything.