Dust covers all - snow of the time.
Hours and minutes are withering fast
Bright colours of their petals fragile
Are breaking down in the hands of the past
One breath ago we were laughing and young
Now we are counting the winters we had
How many songs there are still to be sung
How many bright days are we left to get
Order of life we cannot change
All what is left for us is to observe
Its mortal dance, so illusive and strange,
With all its whirls, pirouettes and sharp curves
Dust we breath in of moths, flowers and trees,
Reading their stories, their sighs and their scars.
Dust we become when our time is to cease.
Who said we are but the dust of the stars?
Dust covers all - snow of the time.
Hours and minutes are withering fast.
Bright colors of their petals fragile
Are breaking down in the hands of the past.
Dust we breath in of moths, flowers and trees,
Reading their stories, their sighs and their scars.
Dust we become when our time is to cease.
Who said we are but the dust of the stars?
credits
from Last Tale of Love,
released November 4, 2020
Music by Alena Ka Boo and Ash
Lyrics by Alena Ka Boo
Ash - all instruments, vocals
Alena Ka Boo - vocals
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024