Dust Me Down
As "Wild and Wandering".
Heart desolation kills me.
I stumble tear stained avenues home now,
I wish I was home now.
Scarlet lights, comfort and trust,
hands and fingers never gave me this much to hold.
Its just a handful of dust.
When we lay down,
the first time.
Was it you I held
or just the lights that burnt me?
When we lay down,
the first time.
I held you, you held me,
the lights that burnt me.... go on and on.
Colors now, crumble to dust.
Rings on fingers like ropes around necks, are never gold.
Its just a handful of dust.
When we lay down,
the first time.
Was it you I held
or just the lights that burnt my eyes?
When we lay down,
the first time.
I held you, you held me,
the lights that burnt me.... go on and on.
