I've tasted the dust to my lungs,
          through my veins.

          The wind has forced me to advance to where I'm standing
          as I turn around it erased my track.
          I feel the urge to move on
          but to behome eating sandwiches with "Ang & Barn"
          I miss home.

          So please see for me what I could be
          61 open your gate its all been the estate of mind

          "Go and I'll time you!", she said
          but she never looked at the watch.
          little did I know she would become a memory
          to my lungs, through my veins.

          The trees look so small at night
          when the moon shines bright upon my world
          I've seen your world... to my veins