Afi - Feed From The Floor

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, wilting 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, wilting 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