Feed From The Floor - AFI

Dust on dust, in a new room

First impressions of the sun

Burnt the skin now are buried

We’ve been staring up too long

Eyes gone dry.

No more tears

Salt and shame upon my tongue

Dust on dust, drying flowers

We’ve been coming here too long

Here in the golden mirror

Watch every word you say

Shatter and find a way

To cut like golden days

Flesh on flesh on the dry earth

Our reflections are the same —

Wearing dust, match the desert

Past is captured as it’s made

In your image, like an actress

Lying to protect her age

Dust on lens.

Dying flowers

We shall not return again

Here in the golden mirror

Watch every word you say

Shatter and find a way

To cut like golden days

You’re watching as I fade

Fading as I’m watching every word I say

Loving how I fade, fading like a flower

Knowing that the rain…

That the rain may fall too late

It can’t revive my dying flowers

Oh the rain may fall…

Too late.

This is our final hour

Here in the golden mirror

Watch every word you say

Shatter and find a way

To cut like golden days

You’re watching as I fade

Fading as I’m watching every word I say

Loving how I fade, fading like a flower

Knowing that the rain

Here in the golden mirror

Watch every word you say

Shatter and find a way

To cut like golden days