Dirt Songtext
Every morning after
Will be shades of grey.
All spotlight sunrise
Or bruised Sunset.
When the clock stops
And everything is stale and still.
And the rust finally shows
On everything we've gathered:

All of your plans
All of your promises.
All those Revolutions
Your resolve.
All of your power
And all your pride.
Will all be nothing
Nothing but dirt.

In the end what remains?
Not the body.
Nor forgotten hours,
Drowned in drink.
Our lives flicker.
The soul is just
A collusion of senses.
It's just our deeds
That see morning.
Book ended by black.
We are water dripping
From leaking, rusted taps.
The sound of clocks
Twitching through dust.

We are:
flickering embers
In dusty ashtrays
We are the dirt.
We are just dregs.
We are water dripping
From rusted taps.
We are dirt.

This is all we paint:
Blank canvas, blank canvas.
Humanity is aches.
Creaking joints,
Hunched shoulders.
Traces of blood on bed sheets.
Persistent benign tumours.
This is all we paint.

All of your power
And all your pride,
Will all be nothing
Nothing but dirt.

In the end what remains?
Not the body.
Nor forgotten hours,
Drowned in drink.
Our lives flicker.
The soul is just
A collusion of senses.
It's just our deeds
That see morning.
Book ended by black.
We are water dripping
From leaking, rusted taps.
The sound of clocks
Twitching through dust.

We are:
flickering embers
In dusty ashtrays
We are the dirt.
We are just dregs.
We are water dripping
From rusted taps.
We are dirt.