Red Dust

I-- Will not cavil to you

For my Heart-- is an unending tune

And I-- Will not trouble your rest

For my heart-- is infinitely blessed

Ever a Heart-- cut from an angel crow, alone.

Verse 2

And so-- One is ringing a bell

And it's just-- shimmering shell

The world-- slows my vision, all blurred.

But now-- is my lesson, it comes

And heat from the tall-- lamp melting the outer- wax, it holds.

Blood from a deep-- cut, some of the red does start, to flow.

Chorus

Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold

Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold

Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold

Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold

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