Far below the last remaining hill, a figure searches endlessly Sifting through the rubble for the answers to the questions He has posed for years. Am I all alone? All alone in a sinking World And did compacted clay once feel the touch of beings walking regally? Footprints in the sand, That's all I'm looking for, Footprints in the sand And a meaning to the riddle of the Universe that could be forged By just one hand I lie face down upon the earth beneath, touching head to toe Listening to the movement of the Planet and its' atmosphere The Grand Plateau Dance... To a rhythm tapped out long ago Dance.. And make the 'Puppet Master' sit up and say "Hello!" Dance... Just knock upon the door and enter friend Dance... . Until the end (x2)