in the sound of living whisper you keep on run out from the dust
they said keep your fist as high as you feel you can the said hands are weak and powdered your eyes with wind they said it to you while the moon lit the stones of your house and he said keep your shoulders young until you’re ready not to ever get old everything else is dust he said
they said your hands are weak and powdered your eyes with wind they said it to you while the moon lit the stones of your house and he said keep your clean eyes young until you’re ready not to ever get old everything else is dust he said