Debauchery - David Gray

Ash to ash, dust to dust End at last, time is done Ash to ash, dust to dust End at last, time is done We revelled in starlight, we lay beneath Lucifer's gaze We were here, destroying, creating Taking what was and wasn't ours as we pleased We loved carelessly, sweat and pleasure exploding in a decadent vortex We wrote the symphonies of the seven seas We sang the songs of the wind We conducted the resplendent cacophonies Of the planets whirling overhead The way is shut, the path is lost, the bond is rust From ash to ash, from dust to dust, the end at last The way is shut, the path is lost, the bond is rust The end at last, my time is done, my time is done Ascending from nothing, a little spark in the abyss Through lifetimes, we set the world ablaze Burning bridges without a thought We were gods amongst men Invincible, immortal, immoral gluttons feasting on the Symphonies of the seven seas We sang the songs of the wind When the heart has shed a thousand paper skins The soul will know its twin The way is shut, the path is lost, the bond is rust From ash to ash, from dust to dust, the end at last The way is shut, the path is lost, the bond is rust The end at last, my time is done, my time is done How does it feel to have all you wanted No more mountains to climb, no cliffs left to dive Far from a home that will never be again You are an imitator trapped in a fortress Built on falsely placed worship Earth, give me your strength Skies, lend me your range Moon, lend me your light Stars, guide my way No seas too deep, no waves too high No storms too rough, no journey too far May winds fill my sails and stoke the fires in my heart I will never go home I burned that bridge long ago Drained, now full of hate, I go on Fuelled by the only truth I know The way is shut, the path is lost, the bond is rust From ash to ash, from dust to dust, the end at last The way is shut, the path is lost, the bond is rust The end at last, my time is done, my time is done I will never go home I burned that bridge long ago Drained, now full of hate, I go on Fuelled by the only truth I know

This land belongs to the gulls And the gulls to their cry And their cry to the wind And the wind belongs to no one The wind belongs to no one I gave my breath to the song To the song was a mind Neither a ship, nor a sea Neither of glass, nor of wine Even this ghost of a road Climbing hand over hand, Toward that pinprick of light, Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Ah baby, I try to recognize it in my mind, And I try to stamp it out before it happens I try to recognize it in my mind, and I try to stamp it out. The writing's on, the writing's on, the writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on, the writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on, the writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on, the writing's on the wall This land belong to the gulls, and the gulls to their cry And the cry to the wind And the cry to the wind And the cry to the wind