Dust motes in a beam of light
They slow down time
Snowflake on a black wool glove
Melting in the sunlightDust motes in a beam of light
You left without a fight
Dust motes in a beam of light, they slow down time
It's cold outsideI'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
Your transgressionsThere's a vulture at the end of my bed
It's 5 a.m., it thinks I'm dead
There's a vulture at the end of my bed
Against the window, in silhouetteThere's a vulture would have me asleep
It's looking at me like I'm some piece of meatI'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
If you die
If you dieEverybody says I'll be alright
I don't think so
Cried over my supper
It revived, got off the table, started to flyIf you die
If you die
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive youDust motes in a beam of light
They slow down time