Pile of Dust
Blurred lights fill my senses as I walk by
Questional glances from a stranger in the corner
Smoking a cigarette
Tall buildings all above me swaying
A tree beside me whispers, I think it's saying
Hey there woman, I think you need a little rest
Walking and a-stumbling, running for the bus
Well I'm dazzled and confused, I'm in a bit of a rush
Just like everybody else here, I'm trying to get somewhere
I hope I don't make too much of a fuss
Cos I'm living, living, living
Living and I'm leaving and I'm breathing in a pile of dust
I tune my ears into a random conversation
I get a burst of hope from that warm interaction
I wonder if anybody thinks like me
I look into the soul of a woman walking by
I wanna ask if she's okay, cos she's on the verge of crying
Then I realise that that woman is me
Walking and a-stumbling, running for the bus
Well I'm dazzled and confused, I'm in a bit of a rush
Just like everybody else here, I'm trying to get somewhere
I hope I don't make too much of a fuss
Cos I'm living, living, living
Living and I'm leaving and I'm breathing in a pile of dust
Living, living, living
I'm living and I'm leaving and I'm breathing in a pile of dust
Questional glances from a stranger in the corner
Smoking a cigarette
Tall buildings all above me swaying
A tree beside me whispers, I think it's saying
Hey there woman, I think you need a little rest
Walking and a-stumbling, running for the bus
Well I'm dazzled and confused, I'm in a bit of a rush
Just like everybody else here, I'm trying to get somewhere
I hope I don't make too much of a fuss
Cos I'm living, living, living
Living and I'm leaving and I'm breathing in a pile of dust
I tune my ears into a random conversation
I get a burst of hope from that warm interaction
I wonder if anybody thinks like me
I look into the soul of a woman walking by
I wanna ask if she's okay, cos she's on the verge of crying
Then I realise that that woman is me
Walking and a-stumbling, running for the bus
Well I'm dazzled and confused, I'm in a bit of a rush
Just like everybody else here, I'm trying to get somewhere
I hope I don't make too much of a fuss
Cos I'm living, living, living
Living and I'm leaving and I'm breathing in a pile of dust
Living, living, living
I'm living and I'm leaving and I'm breathing in a pile of dust
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Writer(s): Ari Leason
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