Long before fish every walked on land, time was turning rocks into sand. Rocks into stone, stone into sand, sand that slips through the hands of a man So I built my castle close by the shore and I slept on the sands of the ocean's roar. Then I came to understand that my house was built on shifting sand. So we went to the hill and built us a town with beautiful views for miles around. When the mountain shook and tumbled down We knew we built on shaky ground. Before fish every walked on land, time was turning rocks into sand. Rocks into stone Stone into sand Sand that slips through the hands of a man Now the sands will shift and the earth's gonna roll. The rocks and the rain will collect their toll. And all I'll take is what I brought and I may not get what I sought. Whether I sink or I fall that's up to the shifting sands after all Before fish every walked on land, time was turning rocks into sand.