Like a floating particle of dust
In a desert of white sand
Floating In the stratosphere
The world floats before me
As the horizon draws near
I’ll see the stars below its edge
Floating through the ionosphere
Greeting me like death
Through the haze I hear
The strains of Dust in the Wind
Floating through the stratosphere
All we are is dust in the wind
Rage on to the ionsphere
Rage on to death
Rage through the stratosphere
Towards the future
Cos it binds us like a grip
Fight back at it
Refuse not to float
Till you find your rest
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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