To your eyes, and into dust
Like to your strangers, turning into dust
Too much, too much
I could possibly be waiting
Or have something more to gain
I could heal myself, broken older
I could heal myself, I'm just your baby
It was you, breathless at all
I could heal myself, turning into dust
Turning into dust
Turning into dust
Turning into dust
Turning into dust
Turning into dust
Turning into dust
