Robyn Hitchcock & the Egyptians
Then You're Dust
Time runs backwards, at the end;You turn into a child againThen you're dustRemind yourself, what you once wereAn animal without much furThen you're dustYou've got to be yourself, like a manTill the line runs off your handThen you're dustNobody wakes you. Nobody can.Nobody shakes youAnymoreWalk around and breathe the airYou can find it anywhereTill you're dustEverybody moves aroundMakes a very special soundThen you're dustEverybody feels
From Letras Mania