In the desert, in a distance 
Is a woman who prays 
She is finished with the image 
She has changed her face 
Bows her head down to the ground 
She is waiting, weary 
bows her head down to the ground 
And then she disappears 

This is not about the word 
There are many words 
This is just about- real 
When there are many things to one 

I don't think I've ever learned this 
Nobody ever taught me- real 
When there is nothing but: now 

In the desert, in a distance, 
Is a man who prays 
He is finished with the image 
He has changed his face 
Bows his head down to the ground 
He is waiting unconcerned 
Lifts his head up to the sky 
And so he will remain 

This is not about men 
There are many men 
This is just about- real 
When there are many things to one 

I don't think I've ever learned this
Nobody ever taught me- real 
When there is nothing but: now 
This is not about the word 
There are many words 
This is just about- real 
When there are many things to one 
I don't think I've ever learned this 
Nobody ever taught me- real 
When there is nothing but: now (the future is now) 
When there is nothing but: now (the future is now) 
When there is nothing but: now.