Feed from the Floor AFI

Dust on dust in a new room
First impressions of the sun
Burnt the skin, now are buried
We’ve been staring up too long

Eyes gone dry, no more tears
Salt and shame upon my tongue
Dust on dust, drying flowers
We’ve been coming here too long

Here in the golden mirror
Watch every word you say
Shatter and find a way
To cut like golden days

Flesh on flesh on the dry earth
Our reflections are the same
Wearing dust, match the desert
Past is captured as it’s made

In your image, like an actress
Lying to protect her age
Dust on lens, dying flowers
We shall not return again

Here in the golden mirror
Watch every word you say
Shatter and find a way
To cut like golden days