From Under the Dust
It gets loud down here.
Fourteen scurrying feet getting as far away as feet can carry.
From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking.
I know what you're saying.
It was another time.
I guess you were a friend of mine.
It was another time but not much to recall.
From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking.
It isn't hard to tell at all.
I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.
Writer/s: Letters to Cleo
