Inch Of Dust
A part of me--you have,A part of me--you hold,Apart from me--you stand,And there's parts that you have stole.
You collect them in the cupboardsLike the pieces of a puzzle.And nest just like a mother,In the dampness of your sweater.And it's never put together,As I've watched you from the window.Behind the curtains, winter,Moves slowly as a tether.To wrap around you tightly,As lovers will in meadows.To fall in love with shadows,Where the snow is all but melted.And it's never put together,It's never put together.Behind the curtains, winter,Falls slowly as a feather.
A part of you--I have,The part of you--I hide.A part of you I hold,The part you left behind.
Call on me, I'll be there always
A part of me--you have,A part of me--you hold.Apart from me--you stand,And there's parts that you have stole.
A part of you--I have,The part of you--I hide.A part of you I stole,The part you left behind