If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside

Just as it's swept away

It's just the evidence

It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?


If dust could only speak
Caught in a falling beam

If dust could only cry
If dust could only scream
For it's the single witness that might testify

Could I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?


But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape

Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape

Before they start to wander

Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring

She knows what you're thinking
What got into you is not a ghost as such
It was just dust


Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners

They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?

Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny


Well, I believe we just
Become a speck of dust...