The air we breathe is ancient, and heaves dust throughout it's lungs
Fracturing when plain men sing, with every bell that's wrung
Blend of the dead and the living, of the rains and the dusts
Incubates, destroys, sustains, rewards, and rusts
"God made dirt and dirt don't" feel no pain
Dust to dust before ashes ever came into being
If I should count the sand would it outnumber the years since its birth?
Do you know where that's been Yeah, on the ground, danced on by the rain
Just like everything on earth
Drink deep
The timeless seeps in
Glasses emptied, and filled with the ancient. Laugh, my friends
Turn the faucet Let it bleed thin
Fill the sink, find the crack in floor boards
Older than the very concept shame and sin
Straight from the ocean floor of an age forgotten, down the cheek of the honest at his end