Dance With the Dust - The Parlor

So in line with everything

We hold each other’s hands and we sing

We shake all the leaves that haunt all of the trees

There are feet beneath the knees

We’re keeping the dust in the corner in case

It might contain a piece of your face

A piece of myself and all that we’ve done

A piece of myself in the setting sun

Leave it to the witches

Leave it to the queens

Leave it to the girls who win at everything

Let’s leave it and do our own thing

Leave it for the rich kids

Leave it for the thieves

We don’t want to have to specialize in things so we hold each other’s hands and

sing

We dance with the dust that haunts all of us

Exposing our weaknesses to rust

Sun shine down upon your face

Columns of a dusty haze

I’m leaving you my books and my pens

The clues to where the stories end

Pictures in a box up on a shelf, relics of a vibrant self

Leave it to our sisters

Leave it in between

Leave a piece of you and I everywhere we’ve been

Let’s leave it and do our own thing

Leave it in the gardens

Leave it in the trees

Leave it on the canvases and on the leaves, the heart and how it feels the sting

Leave it to the witches

Leave it to the queens

Leave it to the girls who win at everything

Let’s leave it and do our own thing

Leave it for the rich kids

Leave it for the thieves

We don’t want to have to specialize in things so we hold each other’s hands and

sing