He Collects Dust - Seafood

Clouds of dust rolling towards him he remains static waiting for the impact and

when it hits

David (dying man' s last words):

Broken feet on sleeping ground

This lonely place has come

Still breathing with the lights switched off

The circles have been drawn

So goodbye (when it hits it hits)

Scott:

He stands rigid in his mind great overtures bellow reality is all silent

The dust is reluctant to settle blown by erratic squalls that disturb the wind,

he is reluctant to move the a spell could be broken the dust is playing with

him

David:

Broken feet on sleeping ground

This lonely place has come

Still watchful as the lights switched off

The circles have been drawn

So goodbye (the dust, the dust is reluctant to settle reality is irrelevant)

And he collects himself

Cuz everything is dead

I wanted it all

Scott:

As heavy particles fall to earth

A haze remains distorting the light

He feels like the last man on earth

He thinks he can hear every speck of dust

His mind scrambles for some words

In reality the words of comfort do not exist

He remains static

A man in the middle of dust

A man in the middle of nowhere