feed from the floor

dust on dust

in a new room

first impressions of the sun

burnt the skin now are buried. we've been staring up too long. eyes gone dry. no more tears. salt and shame upon my tongue. dust on dust

drying flowers. we've been coming here too long. here in the golden mirror

watch every word you say

shatter and find a way

to cut like golden days. flesh on flesh on the dry earth. our reflections are the same -

wearing dust

match the desert. past is captured as it's made

in your image

like an actress

lying to protect her age. dust on lens. dying flowers. we shall not return again. here in the golden mirror

watch every word you say

shatter and find a way

to cut like golden days. watching as i fade

fading as i'm watching every word i say

loving how i fade

fading like a flower

knowing that the rain. that the rain may fall too late

it can't revive our dying flowers. rain may fall. too late

this is our final hour. here in the golden mirror

watch every word you say

shatter and find a way

to cut like golden days. watching as i fade

fading as i'm watching every word i say

loving how i fade

fading like a flower

knowing that the rain

here in the golden mirror

watch every word you say

shatter and find a way

to cut like golden days.