There is no way to explain the dust that I lived yesterday
Every word I left unsaid in my head was no good
My dry mouth formed empty shapes
Wasting air and wasting breath
And in the dust I made a home of city trash and fashion sense
These electric suits of bachelorhood
They are soaked and spilled in alcohol
Their fallen forms I mocked and laughed
While in the dust I myself fell
Twisted shapes with frozen smiles
Twisted alive by their own hands
But just as dark, my golden self
Down in the dust, just like the rest
Stranded in a good dream
While the palace arms are resting
in an impossible return
To turn it all to gold?
x2
Arms as cradles
Come together
Jesus, won't you save me for a love that's better?
And all this life is like a fading picture
Reflected in the eyes of a kid in summer
