Fallen angels standing guard
Drift off to sleep as heaven falls hard
Never knowing the world they had was gone
Throwing halos, never caught
Pure intentions born of impure thought
Hands that offered hope have all but withdrawn
Left to dream tomorrow from dust till dawn
From dust till dawn…from dust till dawn
From dust till dawn…from dust till dawn
Signs and crosses paint the walls
Whispered vows and vespers in the halls
Candles burn like witches wish the dark begone
Seeking comfort, walking lines
Your reflection only serves to mark the time
Maybe the kindest cut has yet to be drawn
You pray till morning light in dust till dawn
From dust till dawn…from dust till dawn
From dust till dawn…from dust till dawn