Ask the Dust
Carl Minnemann / John Almeida
On the table there’s a photograph of her in love
And the dust around it shows it all she was in love
Can’t conceive out of
All the scars just because
All that matters has gone
She knows all the stops
Belt wraped around her arm and she dreams in drops
Won´t believe indisposed
but she bleeds, i know
Even with the light on
Fantasy is sudden
Intimate behavior
Looking for a savior
Dreams under white
Under white snow
Dreams under white
Under white snow
Dreams on her own
Dreams under white
And the table’s set up
for her loved ones
every single one of them
already dead or gone
Has to be all alone
Fear is real and so cold
even with the light on
fantasy is sudden
dust is all she has now
crying is her savior
Dreams under white
Under white snow
dreams under white
Under white snow
leave her alone
dust is her white snow
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