The eyes of the pyramids are gushing out wet sand Slowly they are swallowed by a hole in the horizon Sinking rather slowly, trying not to wake the tomb cat Counting down sunsets, melting in a sand trap Idle where they stand, holding on with six hands Buried in the hourglass, sinking into quicksand Counting down sunsets, melting in a sand trap Walking down sunsets, melting in a sand trap The eyes of the pyramids are gushing out wet sand Slowly they are swallowed by a hole in the horizon Sinking rather slowly, trying not to wake the tomb cat Counting down sunsets, melting in a sand trap Idle where they stand, holding on with six hands Buried in the hourglass, sinking into quicksand Counting down sunsets, melting in a sand trap Walking down sunsets, melting in a sand trap