Dust is made with clouds They just fall down on the floor Shadows are deloused Dust is made with clouds They just fall down on the floor Shadows are deloused With a pretty little bone Birds are flying back They don't know where to find their home They don't say goodbye They just leave after the storm From time to time I feel happy though Where is the light it's a scary home Feathers on my back All my clothes have gone away Pictures of a smile It's already time to stay And from time to time I feel happy though Where is the light it's scary home