From Under The Dust

Letters to Cleo

It gets loud down here.
Fourteen scurrying
Feet getting as far away as feet can carry.

From under the dust I hear every one of you,
From under the dust I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking.
I know what you're saying.

It was another time.
I guess you were a friend of mine.
It was another time but not much to recall.

From under the dust I hear every one of you,
From under the dust I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking.
It isn't hard to tell at all.
I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.

From under the dust I hear every one of you,
From under the dust I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking.
It isn't hard to tell at all.
I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.

I know what you're thinking.
It isn't hard to tell at all.
I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.