Child Of Dust Lyrics - Thrice

Dear Prodigal, you are my son and I 

Supplied you not your spirit but your shape 

All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes 

I fathomed not you wanted to escape 

And though I only ever gave you love 

Like every child you've chosen to rebel 

Uprooted flow'rs and filled their holes with blood 

Ask for not whom they toll, the solemn bells 

A child of dust, to mother now return 

For every seed must die before it grows 

And though above the world may toil and turn 

No prying spade will find you here below 

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Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet 

Here I will teach you truly how to sleep. 

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