เนื้อเพลง Dirt - Keane

 It's market day when. They bring the flood

Faster than our feet can run

 Swarm of angels from above

All is broken, still they come

And round the oak tree. Air is shaking

Children sleep under the sun

And we go down to the river to pray. Pray for magic and another day

But it's low now, it's like we're fading away. Into the dirt of memory

 Along the Silk Road. The fires burn

Where the seats of learning stood

 And handsome couples. Would take a turn

Through the wealthy neighbourhood

Oh, roll the stone or move the mountain

Wake oh, wake your time has come

And we go down to the river to pray. Pray for magic and another day

But it's low now, it's like we're fading away. Into the dirt of memory

And we go down to the river today

We pray for silence and we pray for grace

But it's low now. Still you're rubbing my face. Into the dirt of memory

In a shop in Al-Medina

And a house in the old quarter

And I'll never sleep again

Centuries lived in these stones

I don't think you know...

Oh, roll the stone or move the mountain

Wake, oh wake, your time has come

And we go down to the river to pray. Pray for magic and another day

But it's low now, it's like we're fading away. Into the dirt of memory

And we go down to the river today

We pray for silence and we pray for grace

But it's low now. Still you're rubbing my face. Into the dirt of memory