Feed from the Floor

Dust on dust, in a new room,

First impressions of the sun

Burnt the skin now are buried.

We’ve been staring up too long.

Eyes gone dry. No more tears.

Salt and shame upon my tongue.

Dust on dust, drying flowers.

We’ve been coming here too long.

Here in the golden mirror

Watch every word you say

Shatter and find a way

To cut like golden days.

Flesh on flesh on the dry earth.

Our reflections are the same -

Wearing dust, match the desert.

Past is captured as it’s made

In your image, like an actress

Lying to protect her age.

Dust on lens. Dying flowers.

We shall not return again.

Here in the golden mirror

Watch every word you say

Shatter and find a way

To cut like golden days.

You're watching as I fade,

Fading as I’m watching every word I say,

Loving how I fade, wilting like a flower

Knowing that the rain...

That the rain may fall too late.

It can’t revive my dying flowers.

Oh the rain may fall…

Too late. This is our final hour.

Here in the golden mirror

Watch every word you say

Shatter and find a way

To cut like golden days.

You're watching as I fade,

Fading as I’m watching every word I say,

Loving how I fade, wilting like a flower

Knowing that the rain

Here in the golden mirror

Watch every word you say

Shatter and find a way

To cut like golden days.