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