Dust

And she was just
another lullaby
with candlelight eyes
singing you to sleep,
drowsy with heat.

And you were just
a warning to avoid
asleep upon the soil,
holding onto night,
fading with its' light.
Fading with its' light.

And your heart was a bird, scared still and alone
and the only thing she ever cared for
with wings tattered and torn,
beating unevenly, beating unevenly.
And your heart was a bird, scared still and alone,
and the only thing she ever cared for.
And your heart was forgotten,
alone on the floor.
She picked it up, brushed it of dust.
Brushed it of dust.

And you were just
a love-drunk vagabond
with little reason to hold on.
Pressed against the glass,
watching people pass.
Watching people pass...

And your heart was a bird, scared still and alone
and the only thing she ever cared for
with wings tattered and torn,
beating unevenly, beating unevenly.
And your heart was a bird, scared still and alone,
and the only thing she ever cared for.
And your heart was forgotten,
alone on the floor.
She picked it up, brushed it of dust.
Brushed it of dust.

And you both intermingled
beautiful, and as simple...
And you both intermingled...
beautiful and simple as dust.
As dust.

And you were just
another lullaby
with candlelight eyes
singing her to sleep,
singing her to sleep.