| Song | In My Time Of Dust |
| Artist | Ed Harcourt |
| Album | In My Time Of Dust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse) | |
| Hanging off the hinges | |
| Swinging from the rafters | |
| Torches of the lynch mob | |
| Babbling, burning scriptures | |
| (Verse) | |
| Vicious, mindless thinkers | |
| Plenty poison drinkers | |
| Lonely graveyard shifters | |
| Lacking in a lair of snow | |
| (Chorus) | |
| In my time of dust | |
| I’ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And bring forth a brighter day | |
| I’ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And blow all the darkness away | |
| (Verse) | |
| Angry screamers killers | |
| Sways of soul distillers | |
| Smack some levitators | |
| Patience alligators | |
| (Verse) | |
| Evangelists and salesmen | |
| Ridiculous dictators | |
| Psychics and the background checks | |
| (Chorus) | |
| In my time of dust | |
| I’ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And bring forth a brighter day | |
| I’ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And blow all the darkness away | |
| (Verse) | |
| In my dream last night | |
| With your hands around my throat | |
| I think you’d hold me when I die | |
| Only ‘cause when under oath | |
| (Verse) | |
| There’s a target on my chest | |
| Swords and daggers hit the wheel | |
| You know the world has lost interest | |
| When circus freaks is off the pill | |
| (Chorus) | |
| In my time of dust | |
| I’ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And bring forth a brighter day | |
| I’ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And blow all the darkness away |
| Verse | |
| Hanging off the hinges | |
| Swinging from the rafters | |
| Torches of the lynch mob | |
| Babbling, burning scriptures | |
| Verse | |
| Vicious, mindless thinkers | |
| Plenty poison drinkers | |
| Lonely graveyard shifters | |
| Lacking in a lair of snow | |
| Chorus | |
| In my time of dust | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And bring forth a brighter day | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And blow all the darkness away | |
| Verse | |
| Angry screamers killers | |
| Sways of soul distillers | |
| Smack some levitators | |
| Patience alligators | |
| Verse | |
| Evangelists and salesmen | |
| Ridiculous dictators | |
| Psychics and the background checks | |
| Chorus | |
| In my time of dust | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And bring forth a brighter day | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And blow all the darkness away | |
| Verse | |
| In my dream last night | |
| With your hands around my throat | |
| I think you' d hold me when I die | |
| Only ' cause when under oath | |
| Verse | |
| There' s a target on my chest | |
| Swords and daggers hit the wheel | |
| You know the world has lost interest | |
| When circus freaks is off the pill | |
| Chorus | |
| In my time of dust | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And bring forth a brighter day | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And blow all the darkness away |
| Verse | |
| Hanging off the hinges | |
| Swinging from the rafters | |
| Torches of the lynch mob | |
| Babbling, burning scriptures | |
| Verse | |
| Vicious, mindless thinkers | |
| Plenty poison drinkers | |
| Lonely graveyard shifters | |
| Lacking in a lair of snow | |
| Chorus | |
| In my time of dust | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And bring forth a brighter day | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And blow all the darkness away | |
| Verse | |
| Angry screamers killers | |
| Sways of soul distillers | |
| Smack some levitators | |
| Patience alligators | |
| Verse | |
| Evangelists and salesmen | |
| Ridiculous dictators | |
| Psychics and the background checks | |
| Chorus | |
| In my time of dust | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And bring forth a brighter day | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And blow all the darkness away | |
| Verse | |
| In my dream last night | |
| With your hands around my throat | |
| I think you' d hold me when I die | |
| Only ' cause when under oath | |
| Verse | |
| There' s a target on my chest | |
| Swords and daggers hit the wheel | |
| You know the world has lost interest | |
| When circus freaks is off the pill | |
| Chorus | |
| In my time of dust | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And bring forth a brighter day | |
| I' ll be waiting for the winds to come | |
| And blow all the darkness away |