History's Dust

Same old light, you were always on fire

Kept going that thorny path

Now old, getting tired

But a longing for something else

A belief that's been put on the shelf

The dreamer is the one that's hungry

And the clock is ticking down for distance

And the bells are ringing out

For the bag in box bride of boredom

With house and a car

And every little thing was different

Compulsive is your law

And history's dust is blinding

Grown old hiding scars

In shame we pray, to make this all okay

For time we slave, but we all just fade away

Your lust for life, you sold it for safety

Now, afraid of the failed and the culture of fear eats your guts

But a longing for something else

A belief that's been put on the shelf

The dreamer is the one that's hungry

And the clock is ticking down for distance

And the bells are ringing out

For bag in box bride of boredom

With house and a car

And every little thing was different

Compulsive is your law

And history's dust is blinding

Grown old, hiding scars

In shame we pray, to make this all okay

For time we slave, but we all just fade away

(Bag in box brides of boredom)

In shame we pray, to make this all okay

(Bag in box brides of boredom)

For time we slave, but we all just fade away

(Bag in box brides of boredom)

In shame we pray, to make this all okay

(Bag in box brides of boredom)

For time we slave, but we all just fade away

(Bag in box brides of boredom)

(Bag in box brides of boredom)