Hide up in the dust with all of time
Cradled in your hands, buried in your mind
All by yourself in the days gone by;
Those old golden suns give you light
With a handful of dust
And a heartful of ash,
You've seen far too much in there
Shuttered in your past
Hide your leery eyes and spurn the rest
Like a swallow that dives in the hunt in the twilight you search,
Chasing what you know you can't get:
The boulder that rolls,
The sadness of home,
The loss of someone great
With a handful of dust
And a heartful of ash,
You've seen far too much in there
Shuttered in your past

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