Dust in the Wind - A Blaze of Feather

The head rush here’s

Total

Smoke and mirror

Provocation

While the old ropes crack

Respect’s long hung

Cursed with the flickers

Of forked tongues

Can’t say you didn’t know well

What could come

Ain’t no just can’t tell

Sold baited rags

Cold cut to choke on

The filth and the fury’s

Within us all

While sad grey flags

Fly for no one I know of

We dance on the water

Like skippin' stones

Sometimes you never can tell

What could come

Sometimes it’s just as well

'cause if it’s all written

Don’t mean I’m done dreamin'

For more than grey shades and bitter pills

Of rage in our hearts

Dust in the wind