Thrice - Child of dust acoustic

Sup^Fplied you not your spirit, but your s^Chape.^C/B Am C, G All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes; F C, Em I fathomed not you wanted to escape.

And th^Amough I only ever gave you l^Gove, like ev^Fery child you've chosen to r^Cebel;^{G G}uprooted flowers and filled the holes with b^Amlood; Ask n^Dmot for whom they toll the solemn be^Glls.

A ch^Cild of dust to mother now re^Emturn; for e^Amvery seed must die before it g^Emrows. And th^Fough above the world may toil and t^Curn, no p^Grying spade will find you here below. ^G7

Now s^Cafe beneath their wi^Gsdom and their f^Feet, here ^CI will teach you tr^Guly how to sl^Feep.