The Dust in Our Eyes - Piers Faccini

We take the rough the rough with the smooth

Until the hammer comes down on the groove

We take the thread we tread on the weave

But when the play runs over we leave

So many changes but just one theme

A kaleidoscope for every scene

It’s just the dust we get in our eyes

It’s just the dust we get in our eyes

Oh the dust we get in our eyes

We call the six spot out on the die

Chasing rainbows out on the fly

And at the crossroads we can choose

Heads we win or tails we lose

Countless ways to make one dream

Galaxies in every scene

It’s just the dust we get in our eyes

The dust we get in our eyes

Oh the dust we get in our eyes

The carnival the ace of spades

The laughing jack and the joker too

The veiled fortune teller tells it true

The pentangle the bird that flew

St catherine’s wheel and the chosen few

The mirrored backdrop that reflects for you

Endless turns or so it seems

A rollercoaster with every scene

It’s just the dust we get in our eyes

Just the dust we get in our eyes

It’s just the dust we get in our eyes

From the stars breaking in the skies