Dust
(Written by Eric Himan, Thumbcrown Records
Publishing, ASCAP)
There is dust on the moon
There is dust in space
There is dust on the stars
Dust in a clouded place
There is dust in the road
There is dust on the cars
Dust climbing up each blade of grass
Filling up the yard
Nothing sticks to you
Now your moving too fast to touch
You make me feel so still
Like I’m collecting, I’m collecting dust
There is dust on the gate
There is dust on the porch
There are dust coming in
Through the cracks in the door
There is dust on the carpet
Now dust on the rugs
Moving up each picture frame to every picture of us
I used to feel the world moving underneath my feet
Every chance I seemed to get was a vehicle for me
Then you had to hit the jackpot of my biggest dreams
And now I see you at the cashier and I’m turning green
Nothing sticks to you
Now your moving too fast to touch
You make me feel so still
Like I’m collecting, I’m collecting dust
We’re all smiles and compliments
Underneath red envious
Candy shells how sugar shines
Angry bitter wine
Twisting turning in my mind
Dust in my mouth, Dust in my scars, Dust in my eyes, Dust in my heart, Dust in my hair
Dust in my ears, Dust on my skin, Dust in my nose, Dust in my teeth, Dust in my soul
Nothing sticks to you
Now your moving too fast to touch
You make me feel so still
Like I’m collecting, I’m collecting dust
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