Into Dust

When everything's coming up roses

The thorns will still leave scars on my hands

Just pour me a scotch and a soda

I'll get drunk and

I'll act like a man

I gotta get some of that magic

I hear your voices calling

A song I dare not trust

And all my sleepless dreaming

It all turns into dust

I stopped all the screaming, crying

Yet I still don't understand

All that you live for is dying

An hourglass empty of sand

I gotta be someone less tragic

I hear the wind is calling

A song I dare not trust

And all my sleepless dreaming

It all turns into dust

In lifeless shadows dreaming

My life is left unfeeling

And yet beyond this door

There must be more

Freedom's become too expensive

The price is much more than you see

But freedom creates an illusion

The freedom to save me from me

I gotta get some of that magic

I hear those voices calling

I hear those voices calling

I hear those voices calling

I hear those voices calling