Knees are grazed digging soil for the soul Nails are cracked by the widening hole And the clouds pour in, to the silent blue Warm pool of memories lost It is the duty of dust To remind us that which must Never, ever, be forgotten The trance of fire we never tire Bright knives of memories lost (Knees are grazed digging soil for the soul) (Nails are cracked by the widening hole) (And the clouds pour in, to the silent blue) (Warm pool of memories lost) Call out to the empty street and ask where it's going And if you're welcome, welcome all that it holds This song of memories lost, it is the twilight Mood music of ancient stories told Remind me of our time With your wonderful dark breath Tuning to waves from distant suns You see, now, where we have gone? Drowning in memories lost It is the duty of dust To remind us that which must Never, ever, be forgotten