The dust in your eyes is just your ashes in the wind

Let's play hide and seek
chained to the bedpost and drowning in white linen seas
no one will ever find our bodies
or the messages we cast out in bottles
you whisper something quiet and sweet that I can't catch
you're so far on the other side of the bed
I just mouth back that I love you
and you seem satisfied

and they don't care a bit
they don't care a bit

Let's try to find the hider
let's discover what has been covered up
by blankets and lies
darling, pull me closer
fuse us together so we never have to let go
and are closer forever than the tightest hug
Our bodies overlapping and minds interweaving
Our age of innocence just beginning to fall
the busy streets of life just starting to weary us
so young
Run your fingers down my back and wake me up as you put me to sleep
The question occurs if my father ever felt like this
felt this
How many felt this kind of touch before
How many were stroked by their lover early in the morning with the shades down
and how many realized what they were feeling
and how many refused to believe it, and ended up not caring one bit