-We don`t know with what weapons world war three will be fought, but world war four will be
fought with sticks and stones. This is not the end of predicted danger.
It`s your disgrace
But you made it well,
So the world can tell
It`s your face
It`s on the fire that burns inside
And I see the light
The colours of your heart
And they`re slowly changing
The colours of your mind
And they`re slowly fading
It`s all in vain,
So time does what it will,
Try asking whose to blame,
For a throw away existence
I see...the light, the way
Nothing of the past
And were disappearing
And nothing gonna last
The end is nearing
[chorus]
Changes changing
Seven days into nevermore
Learning turning,
Seven days into nevermore
You`re a grain of sand
In the desert that was mankind
I don`t understand
How all of us are blinded,
By the light, blinded
Turn another page, and there`s no beginning
We are just at an age, and time is winning
[chorus]
Seven days...nevermore, grain of sand
You know the score, desert man...
He needs one more, seven days to nevermore
To nevermore, to nevermore, forevermore