Flickering Dust
White waves crash against the shore
I don’t know a thing anymore
I can’t tell you what it is, but it wasn’t here before
Shadows follow me out the front door
Plain talking has gotten real hard
All the way back at the start
We’re six long winters apart
You’re born again and it’s breaking my heart
Longing overgrowth in my chest
You always knew what was right, what was best
All those years you chose to invest
I'm reduced to be just another lousy guest
An angel's dusting off my living room
She was my love, now she is doom
Stinking of that all too familiar perfect perfume
Waiting for some kind of life to resume
Laying here beneath a tree
And god knows it’s killing me
I look and look but I don’t see
Who it is that I’m supposed to be
Dew drops dripping down a withering leaf
It’s wonderful, weird and awfully brief
Taking in the vista with considerable disbelief
It’s just the end of the world, what a relief
It comes around
We hide and we’re found
That mellow little sound
From a casket in the ground
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