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 portrayed 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
but everything that you took from me
was mine to give
and everything that you thought you gave
wasn't there at all
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 portrayed the delusion of trust
lately it seems
everything that we touch
gradually turns into piles of dust
sweet soft dust