(Laurie Freelove)
Who minds the corners where the dust settles soft
elusive and hardly worth more than a thought?
It falls all night long, all day long
and it hangs on the ceiling there high over head
dust threads together a seasonal web
it grew all night long, all day long
and it fell like a white hail
Falling alive on my windowpane
falling alive on my windowsill
old as starlight in the sky
showering down all through the night
well I must see my way clear of it
Cause it hangs like a madness like a figure of speech
concealing the visions when the words will not speak
it goes on and on, all day long
while I stand in the doorway, there searching for clues
is life dustlike stillborn, just a dust falling through?
I`ll wait all night long, all day long
I`ll be waiting through a white hail
Falling alive on my windowpane
falling alive on my windowsill
old as starlight in the sky
showering down all through the night
well I must see my way clear of it
Well I`m sweeping up the hallways and I`m wiping the glass
searching for something buried under these ashes
all life long, all life long
and I`m listening to the ever in a forever clock
ticking off the minutes will the dust ever stop?
I`ll wait all life long, all life long
I`ll be waiting through a white hail
Falling alive on my windowpane
falling alive on my windowsill
old as starlight in the sky
showering down all through the night
well I must see my way clear of it