Every Word (Demo)
Ivan Castro
4:10A sea of lonely eyes Searching for purpose again You sons of miserable men From the dust you were made You chased the joys of life What did you win in the end The subtle touch of His hand And to the dust you will go ooh, ooh I know your bones are dry But He'll make them living again The breath of life on His skin From the dust you were made We walk a lonely road One day our time here will end So until I see you again To the dust I will go ooh, ooh ooh, ooh I've walked alone for way too long