On a field of dust and sand
Blows a gust of wind
Dust covers the land
From the dust forms a child
And from the child grows a man
And the dust in his eyes hinders his vision as he stares toward the sun
But the light from the sun he cannot see, so he turns his back to run
But as he turns he can feel her presence there
And he drags his fingers through his hair
When he can't decide if she's really there
Because he's blinded now and it's hard to trust
When your heart is made of dust
On the field of dust and sand
Another gust of wind
As far as the eye can see
All the dust becomes a child
And the child becomes me
And the dust in my throat rusts my voice as I sing out to the sea
But the sea hears only a static sound so I turn my back to leave
But as I turn I can see them gathered near
And I feel a rush of panicked fear
When I shout to them and they cannot hear
Because I'm choking now and it's hard to trust
When your heart is made of dust
On the field of dust and sand
One last gust of wind
And as the wind is passing through
From the dust is born a child
And the child becomes you
And the dust in your mind stops your thoughts as you gaze up to the stars
But you can't remember your reason to live so you slowly fall apart
But as you close your eyes you can hear us march
And someday you won't be so in the dark
But you can't remember just who you are
Because you're falling now and it's hard to trust
When your heart is merely dust