Moving DayThe air is dustand the dust are thingsforgotten, slipped behinda couch herea bed thereScrews, wrappers, coins, and stringbits 'n pieces of a once greater wholebut put them together nowand there's nothing but trash.
The air is dustand the dust are thingsforgotten, slipped behinda couch herea bed thereScrews, wrappers, coins, and stringbits 'n pieces of a once greater wholebut put them together nowand there's nothing but trash.