Of Dust and Nations (Live At The House of Blues) - Thrice

The towers that shoulder your pride

The words you've written in stone

Sand will cover them

Sand will cover you

The streets that suffer your name

Your very flesh and your bones

Sand will cover them

Sand will cover you

So put your faith

In more than steel

Don't store your treasures up

With moth and rust where thieves break in and steal

Pull the fangs

From out your heel

Oh we live in but a shadow of the real

Step out from time

Breathe the dust of nations

Step out from time

Hear the stars' ovation

Saturn will not sleep until

The sand has made us clean

Still we stack our stones and bury what we can

But it all will be undone

And nothing built under the Sun

Will ever stand before the endless march of sand

So put your faith

In more than steel

Don't store your treasures up

With moth and rust where thieves break in and steal

Pull the fangs

From out your heel

Oh we live in but a shadow of the real

So put your faith

In more than steel

Don't store your treasures up

With moth and rust where thieves break in and steal

Pull the fangs

From out your heel

Oh we live in but a shadow of the real.