so in the light i seem to bend and curve
missing the bits of dust just above my head
breaking down the jealous place in the middle of the night
i am wishing that my face looked just right
If i try not to think and try not to dream
when i wake up early in the morning
will i feel you there by the rays of sun
making the dust shine just above my head
Short sided against the cast of the day
seeing the beauty but never knowing their way
so if i eat and say thanks
will i be able to see you in that space of my momentary glance
if there is only room for one in this lowly place
and the melody of creation only comes to one with a certain face
will I always be able to feel
the spray of dust that shines just above my head
i never imagined it so hard to go to bed
wanting only to feel the happiness instead
so if blackbirds are singing this sad tune
will you be the light in the bits of dust beside the moon
