Life in the Dust

Tell me a tale

Or tell me a lie

Grant me a story

Or let me try

To ponder the silence

That such a thought brings

And at last hear the memories

Of the sunken world’s wings.

So hold me now

And let me cry

In the cold mists of Eden

Where the phantoms lie

While the lights of this city

And all that I trust

Die once more in the twilight

And again turn to dust.