They All Cry For You

Dust

Death inspires me the way the rabbit inspires the dog

If I knew how to stop, then I would

But something pulls me forward

And it’s confusing

I must stay in the only places I go

I must chase the only love I know

Or surely my mind will rot and turn to dust

Running in place

And the only places I go 

Are where I shall stay

A new rabbit

Would surely turn my mind to confusion and dust

And if I did not have you to chase

Then surely I would know how to stop