Floating dust
Can you tell me what you're thinking?
To drift above
The violence of these vices
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Hidden sweetly
In the confines of my memories
Sit in silence
As the birds sing through the night
Of what's been, of what's meant to be
Did I kill what's left before me?
Would you know if you could see?
Did you think that change comes easy?
Floating dust
Can you tell me what you're thinking?
To drift above
The violence of these vices
Floating dust
Can you tell me what you're thinking?
