To Dust - Alice Russell, Giom

I don’t make no money

I tell you nothing about, that’s so strange

I stand here with my tears rolling down

I turn my last note into change

Just want-ed to start my day without you here

Point to me, I’ll walk away, just disappear

Seems you’ve cut deep, yes you’ve cut cold

I’ve got nothing left here anymore

But I don’t care

The more I pay

The less I feel

The money comes

The money goes

It’s all the same

But I don’t care

The more you take

The less I feel

The paper lines

And words that are mine

What is this, we disappear

I want you to hold my hand and let go

I can’t, I don’t want to take control

Seems like you’ve forsaken up my mind

Crumbling to dust up my soul

But I don’t care

The more I pay

The less I feel

The money comes

The money goes

It’s all the same

But I don’t care

The more I pay

The less I feel

What is this

This stumbling

Till we disappear