The Dying Kind

From the earth, you were made
To the earth, you returned
And I'll always speak your name
Let it burn, let it burn

Chase the bee for honey
Oh, she can sting
Bathe in holy water
Drown until you sing
Til you sing

Stand there in the garden
Names carved in the tree
Taste the good and evil
Fall down on your knees
In front of me

Every rose has its thorn
Every thorn has its crown
We're all the dying kind
Every rose has its thorn
Every thorn has its crown
We're all the dying kind

Bow your head in silence
In shadows pray
Lay down in the darkness
Let it see your face
Don't be afraid

Every rose has its thorn
Every thorn has its crown
We're all the dying kind
Every rose has its thorn
Every thorn has its crown
We're all the dying kind

From the earth, you were made
To the earth, you returned
And I'll always speak your name
Let it burn, let it burn