Lyrics
I've heard it said that God is dead
Sometimes I feel his blood drying on my hands
I guess I take his life just because I can
Same as anyone
A desert wind blows across this land
Where love has made its final stand
And left these dry bones in the sand
To bleach beneath the sun
But I don't believe that it's over now
These dry bones can breathe again
Brittle, dry, dull as sin
I'm suffocating beneath this skin
This thread of hope is wearing thin
But it keeps me hanging on
Heaven come and give to me
A heart of flesh and eyes to see
From this wasteland rescue me
Before I'm too far gone
I don't believe it's over now
These dry bones can breathe again
This fallen angel in my head
Is telling me I'm good as dead
I've fallen for that before
But I won't anymore
No I don't believe it's over now
These dry bones can breathe again
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Chris Donohue, John Mallory, Scott Murray
Sometimes I feel his blood drying on my hands
I guess I take his life just because I can
Same as anyone
A desert wind blows across this land
Where love has made its final stand
And left these dry bones in the sand
To bleach beneath the sun
But I don't believe that it's over now
These dry bones can breathe again
Brittle, dry, dull as sin
I'm suffocating beneath this skin
This thread of hope is wearing thin
But it keeps me hanging on
Heaven come and give to me
A heart of flesh and eyes to see
From this wasteland rescue me
Before I'm too far gone
I don't believe it's over now
These dry bones can breathe again
This fallen angel in my head
Is telling me I'm good as dead
I've fallen for that before
But I won't anymore
No I don't believe it's over now
These dry bones can breathe again
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Chris Donohue, John Mallory, Scott Murray
Videos
Close