Sanctuary is a mill for the grist A moment spent under peace and quiet An open window with the wind blowing Right there, right then, your sanctuary ends Off and on, a life recollected in flashes The way the light hits the undersides of your eyelids Come and gone with the lift and the lower of your lashes Between the iris and the eyelid In your light If if floats away I’ll follow after it Blown in through a window open Cause what am I if not just dust All I’ve done may brown may rust Off and on, a life recollected in flashes The way the light hits the undersides of your eyelids Come and gone with the lift and the lower of your lashes Between the iris and the eyelid Why not warm inside a while And lay your boots to dry And then there where you wake Where you are will be where you were in the first place All I’ve done may brown may rust If it floats away I’ll follow it If I lose its scent, I've still got all it left me with All I’ve done may brown, may rust What am I if not just dust, just dust? In your light In your light On and on, you can’t turn in on yourself On and on, you can’t turn in on yourself
