Move your hands If move them you must at a steady pace Ever so lightly Wander off accordingly Leave not a single trace
Close your eyes If close them you must momentarily Only for me now open wide And let them reside in the awakening of life
Patiently hauling the weight of our infancy I remember every sound Every single heartbreaking sound
Heavenly memories cut like a knife Carving its way through the remains of us Lately it seems everything that we touch Gradually turns to the softest of dust We have revalued the worst parts in us We have betrayed the delusion of trust Lately it seems everything that we touch Gradually turns into piles of dust Sweet soft dust
But everything that you took from me Was mine to give And everything that you thought you gave Wasn't there at all