Endless History song lyrics

A stone arises slowly from a rock

Cold and grey

Stones wear down to a sand with time

Cold and grey

The sand falls through the fisted palm

Which only dust remains on

The dust catches the sweat

From the other palm

Cold and grey

In the crowd where

The single one is useless

Hard as stone

From the crowd of individuals

Where everybody's a king

A grip of dust covered palms

A mound of stones hard as a rock

A grip of dust covered palms

How many people touch in the crowd

Do you think?