Laurie Freelove)
Who minds the corners where the dust settles soft
Elusive and hardly worth more than a thought?
It falls all night long, all day long
And it hangs on the ceiling there high over head
Dust threads together a seasonal web
It grew all night long, all day long
And it fell like a white hail
Falling alive on my windowpane
Falling alive on my windowsill
Old as starlight in the sky
Showering down all through the night
Well I must see my way clear of it
Cause it hangs like a madness like a figure of speech
Concealing the visions when the words will not speak
It goes on and on, all day long
While I stand in the doorway, there searching for clues
Is life dustlike stillborn, just a dust falling through?
I'll wait all night long, all day long
I'll be waiting through a white hail
Falling alive on my windowpane
Falling alive on my windowsill
Old as starlight in the sky
Showering down all through the night
Well I must see my way clear of it
Well I'm sweeping up the hallways and I'm wiping the gla**
Searching for something buried under these ashes
All life long, all life long
And I'm listening to the ever in a forever clock
Ticking off the minutes will the dust ever stop?
I'll wait all life long, all life long
I'll be waiting through a white hail
Falling alive on my windowpane
Falling alive on my windowsill
Old as starlight in the sky
Showering down all through the night
Well I must see my way clear of it