Dust Flesh and Bones - Matt Elliott

Some things are so dark that woe

Betide the light that shines on them

I swear to god I thought it was a sign

This shallow grave recedes

With every darkened patch of sky

The withered wearied features start resembling mine

And in the disparate clamour of the chaos

That surrounds you

It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear

Are your own

Some things scar your heart so deeply

That a howl is not enough

To adequately purge the soul of pain

Still you yearn for contact but

The burden that you shoulder means

You'll never trust a living soul again

And in the disparate clamour

Of the chaos that surrounds you

It's hard to know which

Of the voices that you hear

Are your own

This is how it feels to be alone

Just like we'll die alone

This is how it feels to be alone

This is how it feels to be alone

This is all that we can call our own

Dust flesh and bone

This is how it feels to be alone

Just like we'll die alone

This is how it feels to be alone

This is how it feels to be alone

This is all that we can call our own

Dust flesh and bone

This is how it feels to be alone

Just like we'll die alone

This is how it feels to be alone

This is how it feels to be alone

This is all that we can call our own

Dust flesh and bone

This is how it feels to be alone

Just like we'll die alone

This is how it feels to be alone

This is how it feels to be alone

This is all that we can call our own

Dust flesh and bone

This is how it feels to be alone

Just like we'll die alone