The Turning - Screaming Trees

Sand on the beach beats a hole through my hand

Hands of the clock stand where I have to walk

All the way around

Turn upside down

Just look around to the turning

Everything inside is burning

Sign on the wall that I don’t understand

It’s just a part of a dream that I had

Feet on the ground

Head in the sound

Just look around to the turning

Everything inside is burning

Water so cool that its thoughts seem to soothe

Some things are real that I don’t have to prove

Now you are learning

Rome now is burning

Just look around to the turning

Everything inside is burning

Just look around to the turning

Everything inside is burning