Dust

[Verse 1] It was a very good year for village girls, in sea green tights When I built up that sequence right Donned my actors cap, and bowed, to captains at the back I’m here with a crown of flora and fauna Born in disorder to West California A golden girl in silver robes, with sceptre held to save the stone They said play me the role you were born to play What did they tell you of life, that Midsummer day? The furies depend on your mightiest rage Your time will be made when you take to the stage It’s the comedy of tragedies, the error of our ways Play it up to play it down and play it back again Enter left to take a right and back around to take the night Then straight on till morning I’m Peter Pan it’s like… [Chorus] Golden lads and girls all must Like chimney sweepers come to dust Folk who grace the silver stage With dying arms can never age And music men with ballads bright Are given wings with every night And I with cheeks that softly blush Like starry nights, am full of dust [Verse 2] If I didn’t answer don’t panic I was busy, living With my I-dos and I-didn’ts Sold many good rhythms to my past life I made many good riddance with my past life Was a comedy of tragedies, baby play your part Someone told me put the pen down, if you don’t make a mark Wrote the ending like the start, greatness on arrival If I died on my knees, I said I prayer for all my rivals Karma kind of spiteful but I like her, she an Eiffel Eye for an eye but if I miss then it was my fault Romeo and Juliet, the kiss could be to die for If I’m not remembered then I question what I tried for Who do I provide for? Maybe I should lie more? The medicine is sweeter if I hide it in a trifle Maybe I should cry more, say what’s on my mind more The list of all my problems is a mouthful and a mindful [Pre-Chorus] Eating everything like a Peter Pan diet Moment of silence while my thoughts get quiet [Chorus] Golden lads and girls all must Like chimney sweepers come to dust Folk who grace the silver stage With dying arms can never age And music men with ballads bright Are given wings with every night And I with cheeks that softly blush Like starry nights, am full of dust [Pre-Chorus] Eating everything like a Peter Pan diet Moment of silence while my thoughts get quiet [Chorus] Golden lads and girls all must Like chimney sweepers come to dust Folk who grace the silver stage With dying arms can never age And music men with ballads bright Are given wings with every night And I with cheeks that softly blush Like starry nights, am full of dust