Child Of Dust Chords & Lyrics - Thrice

Dear pro[Am]digal, you are my son and [G]I
Sup[F]plied you not your spirit, but your s[C]hape.[G]
All E[Am]den's wealth arrayed before your e[G]yes;
I fat[F]homed not you wanted to es[G]cape.

And th[Am]ough I only ever gave you l[G]ove,
like ev[F]ery child you've chosen to r[C]ebel;[G]
[G]uprooted flowers and filled the holes with b[Am]lood;
Ask n[D]ot for whom they toll the solemn b[G]ells.

A ch[C]ild of dust to mother now re[G]turn;
for e[Am]very seed must die before it g[G]rows.
And th[F]ough above the world may toil and t[C]urn,
no p[G]rying spade will find you here below.

Now s[C]afe beneath their wi[G]sdom and their f[F]eet,
here [C]I will teach you tr[G]uly how to sl[F]eep.