Dust Motes

Dust motes in a beam of light They slow down time Snowflake on a black wool glove Melting in the sunlight Dust motes in a beam of light You left without a fight Dust motes in a beam of light, they slow down time It's cold outside I'll forgive you I'll forgive you I'll forgive you Your transgressions There's a vulture at the end of my bed It's 5 a.m., it thinks I'm dead There's a vulture at the end of my bed Against the window, in silhouette There's a vulture would have me asleep It's looking at me like I'm some piece of meat I'll forgive you I'll forgive you If you die If you die Everybody says I'll be alright I don't think so Cried over my supper It revived, got off the table, started to fly If you die If you die I'll forgive you I'll forgive you I'll forgive you Dust motes in a beam of light They slow down time