Nek

It's no good saving whales anymore

They've packed up and flew out their bowls

Carrying all other sea life in parcels

Addressed to a conquistador

Trapped inside a lamp in the Andes

Six hundred years from now

Holding his heart

Waiting for love to come round

All we are is dust filling up holes

In time it all will go

But here right now I'm alive

All we are is dust filling up holes

In time it all will go

But here right now I'm alive