Dust

Across my window, oh, through dirty Glass I see. Over the restless river, you lie under The tree. The clouds so high out there, dreams Come and deep. Oh God, those drowning people, They break in your sleep. And when the time comes, this burning world will Die and turns into the dust. And when the time comes, the shaking souls will Cry for the money they lost. And when the time comes, this burning world will Die and turns into the dust. And when the time comes, the shaking souls will Cry for the money they lost. Your body holds down me, your mind left me In cold. Surreal desert for the souls That are sold. The clouds so high again, the clutching Trees dead. Oracular dreams Come true in your head. And when the time comes, this burning world will Die and turns into the dust. And when the time comes, the shaking souls will Cry for the money they lost. And when the time comes, this burning world will Die and turns into the dust. And when the time comes, the shaking souls will Cry for the money they lost. And When the time comes, this Burning world will die and turns into the dust. And when the time comes, the shaking souls will Cry for the money they lost. And when the time comes, this burning world will Die and turns into the dust. And when the time comes, the shaking souls will Cry for the money they lost.