Dust figures on the floor
No one disturbed this cocoon for years
Flower heads bent towards the core
No one prevented them from dying
Not a sound for all these years
And the dust keeps moving slow
The airwaves hang in there
But real low
In heart and in thoughts I am at war
In arms in pain all hurt all cries no joy
Ooh my head bent towards the core
In arms in pain all hurt all cries no joy
Not a sound for all these years
And the dust keeps moving slow
Not a sound for all these years
And all is lost you know
Not a sound for all these years
The airwaves hang in there
But real low
Not a sound for all these years
And the dust keeps moving slow
Not a sound for all these years
And all is lost you know
Not a sound for all these years
And the dust keeps moving slow
I will hang in there
But real low