Child Of Dust Acoustic
ThriceVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Dear prodigal, you are my son and I
Supplied you not your spirit, but your shape.
All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes;
I fathomed not you wanted to escape.
And though I only ever gave you love,
like every child you've chosen to rebel;
uprooted flowers and filled the holes with blood;
Ask not for whom they toll the solemn bells.
A child of dust to mother now return;
for every seed must die before it grows.
And though above the world may toil and turn,
no prying spade will find you here below.
Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet,
here I will teach you truly how to sleep.
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Readable chord sheet for Child Of Dust Acoustic by Thrice
Dear pro[Am]digal, you are my son and [C]I [G] Sup[F]plied you not your spirit, but your s[C]hape.[C/B] All E[Am]den's wealth arrayed before your e[C]yes[G]; I fat[F]homed not you wanted to es[C]cap[Em]e. 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[Dm]ot for whom they toll the solemn be[G]lls. A ch[C]ild of dust to mother now re[Em]turn; for e[Am]very seed must die before it g[Em]rows. And th[F]ough above the world may toil and t[C]urn, no p[G]rying spade will find you here below. [G7] 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.