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From Dust 'til Dawn


The sky lends it's blue to your eyes Til twilight swallows the sinking sun And your hope sinks with it As reality hits like a smoking gun You glance at your empty hands The things you held so tight, to dust Scattered to the sunset breeze With all your dreams and wanderlust You run to chase the falling day But you're really just running in place And the night proves just how static you are When you can't keep up in the race The night brings forth a seance Your skeletons rise from the grass Every forlorn attempt to hide your truth Shattered like mirror glass Forced to reflect on the fragments And build a story that makes you smile The morning light comes up behind you Forging hope for a little while But Father Time keeps spinning his hands And Mother Nature can never decide The universe caught up in domestic dispute But a daughter gets left behind
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