look and you will see
your shadow in the morning
striding there behind you
it was meant to be
your shadow in the evening
rising up to meet you
your shadow in the night
enfolding to receive you
your shadow disappearing
fading in the must
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust
a handful of dust
a handful of dust
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust
your arms were full
of strangers
and your hair was wet
with tears
I could not speak before you
I didn't have the ears
who were you in the midnight
before we two had met
I did not know who I was
I had not been born yet
I knew nothing
neither living or dead
"call me La Hyacinthe"
that is what you said
a handful of dust
a handful of dust
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust
a handful of dust
a handful of dust
you didn't want or need to
but you must
looking in the heart
the heart of the light
I couldn't tell
if it was day or night
the silence it was speaking
it spoke unto not
no sound of water
under the red rock
a handful of dust
a handful of dust
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust
a handful of dust
a handful of dust
if you can't trust yourself
then who the hell you trust ?
a heap of broken images
a pyramid of stone
a man walking endlessly
endlessly alone
what branches grow from rock
what roots clutch in the earth
a handful of dust
who knows what will give birth ?
what winds are these that blow
the dawn as red as rust
reach into the sky
for a handful of dust
a handful of dust
a handful of dust
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust
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Reviews of "A HANDFUL OF DUST song lyrics, third version"
With this third version, I think you're coming close to a head and a hit. This one has the kind of eerie feeling and angst that a good song conveys both with its lyrics and its melody. Looking forward to hearing both.
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