Good morning ashes in my mouth All the things I didn't say When you were in my arms So I heap them on my head and hope The wind is blowing as I leave the house Dust to dust ashes to ashes this morning you were gone You were gone, And I was wrong To put my feelings up like little huts to amounting the flimsy sentence structures could never hold enough and I doom them all by building though I knew I knew that you were up Good morning ashes in my mouth
All the things I didn't say When you were in my arms along the down And so I heap them on my head and hope the wind is Blowing as I leave the house dust to dust ashes to ashes this morning you were gone good morning ashes in my mouth all the things i didn't say when you were in my arms so I heap them on my head and hope the wind is blowing as I leave the house dust to dust ashes to ashes this morning you were gone