dust motes in a beam of light
snowflake on a black wool glove
dust motes in a beam of light
dust motes in a beam of light
there's a vulture at the end of my bed
it's 5 a.m. it thinks i'm dead
there's a vulture at the end of my bed
there's a vulture would have me asleep
it's looking at me like i'm some piece of meat
everybody says i'll be alright
dust motes in a beam of light