After the dust settles over the ground
The windless sky stillness, the lake's sacred home
I take in my palms one fistfull of ash
And I let it fall out from my hands
The last words we heard before it began
Leave what you love and take what you can
I wipe from my eyes all flies and the sand
I'm rotten but I'm better than that
My shower's held together with gauze
As we crashed between two great granite rocks
A blinding white light struck the rioting mobs
Just after jetstreams were seen in the sky
After the dust settles over the ground
Some trees still standing but their green is gone
I take in my palms one fistfull of ash
I'm forgotten, but I'm better
I'm forgotten, but I'm better
I'm forgotten, but I'm better than that