Good morning ashes in my mouth
All the things I didn't say
When you were in my arms
So I heap them on my head and hope
The wind is blowing as I leave the house
Dust to dust ashes to ashes this morning you were gone
You were gone,
And I was wrong
To put my feelings up like little huts
to amounting the flimsy sentence structures could never hold enough
and I doom them all by building though I knew
I knew that you were up
Good morning ashes in my mouth
All the things I didn't say
When you were in my arms along the down
And so I heap them on my head and hope the wind is Blowing as I leave the house
dust to dust ashes to ashes this morning you were gone
good morning ashes in my mouth
all the things i didn't say
when you were in my arms
so I heap them on my head and hope the wind is blowing as I leave the house
dust to dust ashes to ashes this morning you were gone