"Dust (Live At The Royal Festival Hall)" lyrics
Marc Almond & Chris Braide Lyrics
"Dust (Live At The Royal Festival Hall)"
I found myself alone again
I'll watch the window running rain
A peaceful place where people smile
And share their lives just for a while
The day grows cold, my feelings too
And thoughts of us, that made me you
What did it come to all this trust
Precious metal turn to rust
We are dust
We are dust
Etches lonely little satellites
All that we're meant to be with
Or at seen at night
Dust
We are dust
Dust, a golden silver light
Caught for a second in a shed of light
As if we've never been
The weary faces people walk in by
All the lonely and the down at heart
No point to worry what tomorrow brings
We're all nothing in the scheme of things
Cried faces standing round
Dressed in black and placing flowers
What is the point of all this love?
Of all these hours?
We are dust
We are dust
Which is floating through the atmosphere
Like spirits from another time
We're never really here
Dust
We are dust
Float upon a gently breeze
Watch the whiten morrow plain
We'll never have this time again
And so I sit counting down the hours
Watching suits as they emerge as flowers
Nothing lasts till the end of time
Nothing's your, nothing's mine
Our dreams are taken with the glove
Through the ever changing skies
Words come in autumn, back in spring
And for a while you made my heart sing
Dust
Dust
We are dust
Dust, a golden silver light
Caught for a second in a shed of light
We've never really been
So thank you!
Writer(s): Christopher Kenneth Braide, Peter Marc Almond
- AZLyrics
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- Marc Almond Lyrics
compilation:
"Things We Lost" (2022)
Intro (Live At The Royal Festival Hall)
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