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 glass

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