Dust by Ben West Lyrics

In quiet sorrow lies
On empty faces

Now, of all the times
And of all the places

Is this how it goes?
Is this how it goes?
I suppose

I waited by the phone to hear another story
Then prayed aloud and cried alone, like so many before me

That’s how it goes
That’s how it goes
I suppose

All we are is dust
All we are is dust

But no one understands that we can heavy hearted
Cause no one sees their end ’till they’re right back where they started
Don’t you know?
All we are is dust after all
All we are is dust
That’s how it goes
That’s how it goes

I suppose