Dust - Fleetwood Mac

When the white flame in us is gone

And we that lost the world’s delight

Stiffen in darkness.

Left alone

To crumble in our separate light

When your swift hair is quiet in death

And through the lips corruption thrust to still the labor of my breath

When we are dust, when we are dust

When we are dust, when we are dust

When your swift hair is quiet in death

And through the lips corruption thrust to still the labor of my breath

When we are dust, when we are dust

When we are dust, when we are dust

When the white flame in us is gone

And we that lost the world’s delight

Stiffen in darkness

Left alone

To crumble in our separate light

When your swift hair is quiet in death

And through the lips corruption thrust to still the labor of my breath

When we are dust, when we are dust

When we are dust, when we are dust