[00:00.00] 作词 : Mike Brown/Bert William Sommer[00:00.00] 作曲 : Mike Brown/Bert William Sommer[00:00.00][00:04.66]See the beams of steel as they rise[00:09.18]Higher almost touching the skies[00:13.60]Making room for the city's wealth[00:18.00]Brick by brick from the storage shelf[00:22.41]Not for those who are ill of health[00:28.07]Men are building sand[00:32.36]How intriguing[00:34.58]Quite deceiving[00:36.75]In my hand[00:41.04]Tearing down the forest of wood[00:45.49]Building on the land that was good[00:49.84]All the trees are becoming scarce[00:54.29]Beams replacing what once was grass[00:58.74]No more sand it's been turned to glass[01:04.33]Men are building sand[01:08.62]How degrading[01:10.89]They are fading[01:13.01]In my hand[01:37.80]As they build their towns made of steel[01:42.11]Making use of things that were real[01:46.50]Where's the patch where my garden lay?[01:50.83]What's become of the fields we play?[01:55.29]Asked the priest, but he wouldn't say[02:00.71]Men are building sand[02:05.17]I can see them[02:07.34]I can hear them[02:09.51]Make the land