Move your hands If move them you must At a steady pace Ever so lightly Wander off accordingly Leave not a single trace Close your eyes If close them you must Momentarily only for me Now open wide And let them reside In the awakening of life Patiently Hauling the weight of our infancy I remember every sound Every single heartbreaking sound Heavenly memories cut like a knife Carving its way through the remains of us Lately it seems everything that we touch Gradually turns to the softest of dust We have revalued the worst parts in us We have portrayed the delusion of trust Lately it seems everything that we touch Gradually turns into piles of dust Sweet soft dust But everything that you took from me Was mine to give And everything that you thought you gave Wasn't there at all But everything that you took from me Was mine to give And everything that you thought you gave Wasn't there at all Heavenly memories cut like a knife Carving its way through the remains of us Lately it seems everything that we touch Gradually turns to the softest of dust We have revalued the worst parts in us We have portrayed the delusion of trust Lately it seems everything that we touch Gradually turns into piles of dust Sweet soft dust