turn to dust

keep your beady eyes on me

to make sure i don't turn to dust

if fear is in the mind

then my mind lives in fear

as deep and as vast as the dirty british sea

keep your beady eyes on me

to make sure i don't turn to dust

there's paths to make the heart beat

and paths where i can skip

and a path to tread lightly with the clouds beneath my feet

when the light creeps from the blinds i dance in heaven

it's just old passing time

it rains dead weather

keep your beady eyes on me

to make sure i don't turn to dust