Little toad at a campfire
Keeping warm in the leaves
It can be what it is, he says
The intention deceives
Because you can not lose
What you cannot escape
Sobbing is the best medicine
For a hairless great ape
And it is the seeking
That prevents the finding
When the Sandworm comes
You will be ready
Looking for somebody
Looking everywhere
Who asked the question?
He was always there
Warm your cold blood by the flames
Smoke burning your nose
Coughing might be a medicine
As you decompose
And it is the seeking
That prevents the finding
When the Sandworm comes
You will be ready
I could show you the future
But that's not what you need
Laughter is a fine medicine
Whether you choose river or reed
And it is the seeking
That prevents the finding
When the Sandworm comes
You will be ready
Remember the toad
It can be what it is
If the truth is true enough
It is nothing to be feared
Looking for somebody
Found him everywhere
Who asked the question?
I was always there
And it is the seeking
That prevents the finding
When the Sandworm comes
You will be ready
And it is the seeking
That prevents the finding
When the Sandworm comes
You will be ready