Even the Spirits Are Afraid

You think you were earning Burning the church of your god You were yearning Learning the birth of your dirt Did you think you earned it Burning your god That you thought messed up your life? You spill red On my cloudy carpet You think you were earning Burning the church of your god You were yearning Learning the birth of your dirt Did you think you earned it Burning your god That you thought messed up your life? You spill red On my cloudy carpet Your skin turns dust On my cloudy carpet You think You were earning Burning Your skin turns dust No more you were yearning Burning Burning Your skin turns dust Your skin turns to dust When holding it close to the sun And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun It burns the skin It burns the skin It burns the skin [Anneke van Giersbergen]