Far from the ridges and rivers we crossed
 So in our wandering we're lost
 Far from the shores, the mountains and hills
 Nothing but dust moving still
 Try to forget the leaves and the shade
 Focus instead on the time we made
 Now the horizon is nothing but sand
 So we have reached the deserted land

 But the grain is so fine
 In your teeth in your time
 But the grain is precise
 In your veins, in your eyes

 Nought but the sand and the night-fallen stars
 Only the cold desert moon
 Sound of your voice is so shocking and strange
 Suddenly so out of tune
 Oh how the sound of our hearts beating down
 The gusting and howling will drown
 There is no shade but the shadow of you
 Lost in the dust of the dunes

 But the grain is so fine
 In your teeth in your time
 But the grain is so nice 
 In the veins of your eyes
 But the grain in the breeze
 Is like fire in the trees
 But the grain is precise 
 In the veins of your eyes