Dust - Fields of the Nephilim

Blood, want to wash away

Got to heat this love

As she breaks

Dust

We fade the scene

Gotta reason in peace Now explain

Feelings go on and on

The killing is all in my name

The rhythm of life is all too strong

To get back

Come down

Riding on a train

In this swirling pool

Of blood and brains

Well that’s fate

My mind is made