Dust

Questions of you filter me My mouth is wired tight I search deep inside myself Found dust and mirrored lights Turning my wooden heart Is your unpleasant chore Here I am, take me, break me I'm all yours Twisting down my primrose path A foreign lost beaten stray To the castle to feed my soul A long lost lovers gaze Turning my heart Turning my wooden heart Is your unpleasant chore Here I am, take me, break me I'm all yours Turning my wooden heart Is your unpleasant chore Here I am, take me, break me I'm all yours Turning my wooden heart Is your unpleasant chore Here I am, take me, break me I'm all yours