A Mote In Space

Setting sun
All credit's gone
You couldn't wait to set me straight again
The climate's changed
A passing phase
You couldn't wait to leave the stage again
My love is strong
My love is wrong
It's dust in my hands

If I could count
Each speck of sand
I'd while away each selfless day until
I'd find the grain
That keeps me sane
I'd keep it safe, a mote in space, and so...
My love is strong
My love is wrong
It's dust in my hands

It's dust in my hands
Dust in my hands
My love is strong
My love is wrong
It's dust in my hands

Copyright J.Davies 2014