Lyrics

[E. Kaldschmidt / H. Ziegler] Since the olden days We try to figure out What we are living for What it's all about No one ever found an answer No one really knows The search for meaning On and on it goes Time is sleeping through my hand Incapable to understand No! Sands of time Running through our hands Sands of time Centuryies are passing by Sands of time Where are we from? Where do we go? Sands of time The harder we keep searching The more questions we find As time is passing by We don't know our own kind Forgotten knowledge Ancient history May give the answer But we're too blind to see