When the white flame in us is gone
And we that lost the world's delight,
spiffing darkness,
left alone
To crumble in our supper at night,
when your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption thrust astile the labour of my breath
When we are dust,
when we are dust When we are dust,
when we are dust
When your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption thrust astile
the labour of my breath
When we are dust, when we are dust
When we are dust, when we are dust
And the white flame in us is gone
And we that lost the world's delight,
spiffing darkness,
left alone
To crumble in our supper at night,
when your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption thrust astile the labour of my breath
When we are dust,
when we are dust When we are dust,
when we are dust