Dust Songtext
von Knola

Speaking of the things I lost somewhere
I haven′t wrote a song in years
At least not the kind I used to write
The kind that had meaning and heart inside

So I'm left to ask myself, "What have I been doing?"
So I′m left to ask myself, "What have I been doing?"


Besides writing off of the minor successes of high school bands
I'm desperately holding on to the memories I have
Driving home in my dad's van late at night from Michigan
Of the way the wind passes through your hair as you

Speaking of the things I lost somewhere
I haven′t had a voice in years
Anymore, but dust comes out when I scream loud and
I′m left coughing up a feeling