Ivoryline
Made From Dust
All the wretched things I've done
Are now submerged in blood
Who is responsible for all of this love?
It's true. We cannot live without forgiveness

I try so hard to live above the world's selfish lies
That give me more and more, a greed sick list
We still store our treasures here, so easily destroyed

The final time I close my eyes
I will open them in paradise

Now, I realize I am nothing but bone made from dust Someone learning to love like you do
Eternally, always true

I want to be nothing more than a man wholly yours
A beloved son, one who you hold close to your heart
Eternally, never apart

The final time I close my eyes
I will open them in paradise
Paradise

The final time, I close my eyes
I will open them in paradise
The final time, I close my eyes
I will open them in paradise