dust 가사

sceneson flat screens that lighten my sheets on corners of soaking wet streets reminders of long gone defeats I traded for clocks that don¹t run cause time was no friend of my lust while turning my gold into dust broke my back easy stones trying to fing my head stuck from looking behind at towers that rose from the sand with blisters on my wooden hands for digging for better we must while turning my gold into dust so now that I¹m cured for my drive and sentenced to my easy life I cheated with all of my cards refusing the dust only stars judging the globe by the crust while turning my gold into dust while turning my gold into dust while turning my gold into dust