Dust Motes James

Dust motes in a beam of light
They slow down time
Snowflake on a black wool glove
Melting in the sunlight

Dust motes in a beam of light
You left without a fight
Dust motes in a beam of light, they slow down time
It's cold outside

I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
Your transgressions

There's a vulture at the end of my bed
It's 5 a.m., it thinks I'm dead
There's a vulture at the end of my bed
Against the window, in silhouette

There's a vulture would have me asleep
It's looking at me like I'm some piece of meat

I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
If you die
If you die