Thrice Lyrics
Thrice Lyrics
"Of Dust And Nations Lyrics"
What It Is Lyrics
The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the
The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the
The towers that shoulder your pride,
The words you've written in stone,
Sand will cover them,
Sand will cover you.
The streets that suffer your name,
Your very flesh and your bones,
Sand will cover them,
Sand will cover you.
So put your faith,
In more than steel,
Don't store your trea
Self Degradation Lyrics
[Instrumental]
sures up, [Instrumental]
With moth and rust,
Where thieves break in and steal.
Pull the fangs,
From out your heel.
Well we live in but a shadow of the real.
Step out from time,
See the dust of nations.
Step out from time,
Hear the stars' ovation.
Saturn will not sleep until,
The sand has made us
Like You Used To Lyrics
Cry me a tune in the morning, sing me the blues every night Tell me that you really love me baby, and everything is alright Let me know how you're feeling,
cleanCry me a tune in the morning, sing me the blues every night Tell me that you really love me baby, and everything is alright Let me know how you're feeling,
Still we stack our stones and bury what we can,
But it all will be undone,
And nothing built under the Sun,
Never stand before the endless march of sand.
So put your faith,
In more than steel,
Don't store your treasures up,
With moth and rust,
Where thieves break in and steal.
Pull
Sometimes Lyrics
I remember when you whispered low I will go with you wherever you go Then I went and found someone new No one ever made me feel the way that you do
the fangs,I remember when you whispered low I will go with you wherever you go Then I went and found someone new No one ever made me feel the way that you do
From out your heel.
Well we live in but a shadow of the real.
So put your faith,
In more than steel,
Don't store your treasures up,
With moth and rust,
Where thieves break in and steal.
Pull the fangs,
From out your heel.
Well we live in but a shadow of the real....