Dust

I miss the buildings, I miss the trees
I miss their basement, I miss the autumn leaves
I'm not very homegrown, I know
But today, nostalgia has come to rescue me

So much has happened here, I can't sleep
A house of ghosts, with movers I can't see
With all their own business, still they talk to me
So much has happened here
In this dead home, I can't dream

My father is gone
He walks this house
Searching for his son, at the expense of everyone
My mother has built a castle in her mind
Well at least she's tried
But it cannot stand for long
She should be long, long gone

So much has happened here, I can't sleep
A house of ghosts, with movers I can't see
With all their own business, still they talk to me
So much has happened here
In this dead home, I can't dream

How many times, will I return here?
How many times, can I stomach this place?
Before, I become
Another figure in its case?
Trapped in this time, and this space
In this space

I miss the buildings, I miss the trees
I miss their basement, I miss the autumn leaves
I'm not very homegrown, I know
But today, nostalgia has come to rescue me



Credits
Writer(s): Conrad Borba
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