Dust

[Verse 1]
Movement of your mouth
Study of your face
The lines around your body
I can't help but trace
In the quiet of the night
There's an echo of your grace
Around this house we're haunting
Dancing

[Chorus]
We are the dust
In the corners of every room
We are the creases
In the pages
Of the books stacked in the bedroom
And you are every –
Empty shelf you left
When you left here

[Verse 2]
My thinking is unsteady
Like the spacers under chairs
The prayers running under arguments
Hard to remember they're there
Corner of my eye
You're there on every street
You're the face in the back of the audience
I'll never reach

[Chorus]
We are the dust
In the corners of every room
We are the creases
In the pages
Of the books stacked in the bedroom
And you are every –
Empty shelf you left
When you left here

We are the dust
In the corners of every room
We are the creases
In the pages
Of the books stacked in the bedroom
And you are every –
Empty shelf you left
When you left here

[Outro]
Movement of the world
Is remembering, today –
Every morning's turning
Into yesterday

(*Birdsong noises*)