move your hands   if move them you must   at a steady pace   ever so lightly   wander off accordingly   leave not a single trace   close your eyes   if close them you must   momentarily only for me   now open wide   and let them reside   in the awakening of life   patiently   hauling the weight of our infancy   i remember every sound   every single heartbreaking sound   heavenly memories cut like a knife   carving its way through the remains of us   lately it seems   everything that we touch   gradually turns to the softest of dust   we have revalued the worst parts in us   we have portrayed the delusion of trust   lately it seems   everything that we touch   gradually turns into piles of dust   sweet soft dust      but everything that you took from me   was mine to give   and everything that you thought you gave   wasn't there at all   but everything that you took from me   was mine to give   and everything that you thought you gave   wasn't there at all   heavenly memories cut like a knife   carving its way through the remains of us   lately it seems   everything that we touch   gradually turns to the softest of dust   we have revalued the worst parts in us   we have portrayed the delusion of trust   lately it seems   everything that we touch   gradually turns into piles of dust   sweet soft dust