Leave our things Leave them wrapped in dust Protect our things Wrapped in a film of us Touch them sometimes To remind them whose they are And let the layers build up Dirt is falling in the dark Commit them to bags And filthy frames As your air blows past them Sometimes whisper their names Touch them sometimes To remind them whose they are And let the layers build up Dirt is falling in the dark I fell out of pace I favoured newness over you Yet I still like to think That our things are always true Touch them sometimes To remind them whose they are And let the layers build up Dirt is falling in the dark This is just a hiccup In a bigger sea of plan Oh, I sit here, I sway To preserve what I can