Dusted

She gets lost in yesterday's mistakes
I guess she never will relate
She'd rather find a piece of her escape
Than weigh another's truth today

Those silver phonies can't divide and hide
They're filled with too much hate and lies
She wants to see the dawn for one last high
To be with someone true that luck belies

She's not afraid to say how she feels
Through your fingertips she just slid
Hiding from the sun she's done the lot
When she falls down on us
When she falls down

The day breaks through the clouds
Out and out she'll never see
The pieces of her face fall into place
And up to me

She's not afraid to say how she feels
Through your fingertips she just slid
Hiding from the sun she's done the lot
When she falls down on us
When she falls down
She turns to dust