Dust - Trevor Hall

Well, I’ve been told of a hurricane

The type of love where you forget your name

I ask the question almost every day,

«When will it find me?»

All around me castles falling down

Well they were never real anyhow

Through the story and through the sound come up upon me

Who am I but the dust of the Most High

Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky

Hoping one day you will see, that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me

Who am I?

But the dust of the most high

Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky

hoping one day I will see that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me

I reminisce of a simple town

Where constellations grow from the ground

Where trees whisper such a common sound

Do you remember?

So many seeds we have planted in this soil as we wait for it to boil

Mama told me it would spoil

Remain loyal to the king as he laughs and weeps and sings

Will I ever have the vision of no division?

Who am I but the dust of the Most High

Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky

Hoping one day you will see, that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me

Who am I?

But the dust of the most high

Drifiting like a leaf in the summer sky

hoping one day you will see that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?