Feed From The Floor – AFIBy Dust on dust, in a new room,First impressions of the sunBurnt the skin now are buried.We’ve been staring up too long.Eyes gone dry. No more tears.Salt and shame upon my tongue.Dust on dust, drying flowers.We’ve been coming here too long.Here in the golden mirrorWatch every word you sayShatter and find a wayTo cut like golden days.Flesh on flesh on the dry earth.Our reflections are the same –Wearing dust, match the desert.Past is captured as it’s madeIn your image, like an actressLying to protect her age.Dust on lens. Dying flowers.We shall not return again.Here in the golden mirrorWatch every word you sayShatter and find a wayTo cut like golden days.Watching as I fade,Fading as I’m watching every word I say,Loving how I fade, fading like a flowerKnowing that the rain…That the rain may fall too lateIt can’t revive our dying flowers.Rain may fall…Too late, this is our final hour.Here in the golden mirrorWatch every word you sayShatter and find a wayTo cut like golden days.Watching as I fade,Fading as I’m watching every word I say,Loving how I fade, fading like a flowerKnowing that the rainHere in the golden mirrorWatch every word you sayShatter and find a wayTo cut like golden days. www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20