Grief-stricken Under thunderous skies you approach And then, deliberately pretend not to see them crying My only certainty is The pyramids will still be there But who will believe in their wisdom, as we're all grief-stricken
Grief-stricken Under thunderous skies you approach And then, deliberately pretend not to see them crying My only certainty is The pyramids will still be there But who will believe in their wisdom, as we're all grief-stricken