You think you were earning   Burning the church of your god   You were yearning    Learning the birth of your dirt   Did you think you earned it   Burning your god   That you thought messed up your life?      You spill red   On my cloudy carpet      You think you were earning   Burning the church of your god   You were yearning    Learning the birth of your dirt   Did you think you earned it   Burning your god   That you thought messed up your life?      You spill red   On my cloudy carpet      Your skin turns dust   On my cloudy carpet      You think   You were earning   Burning   Your skin turns dust   No more you were yearning   Burning   Burning   Your skin turns dust      Your skin turns to dust   When holding it close to the sun   And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun   It burns the skin   It burns the skin   It burns the skin      [Anneke van Giersbergen]