Hey
Watch how quietly
Everything is going by
But the years are short
And when the moon and the sun are together in the sky
I gather everything to garden and burn it
Thus
Books and papers
Maybe furniture and memories also
All the lies that come in the way of life
All the good that prevents from seeing
It is rust
The smoke borders on the ruins
You must know how it feels
To warm your hands
In the ash of burnt homes
Hey
Watch how slowly
It is raining again
Dust over the years
Maybe these hands of a murderer are looking too
For a head to fondle and feel the weight of the world
It is rust