June traded me for October Carried me through to the November winds Caves in the ground, though we often slip To look outside with squinting eyes I crawled underneath to live on As time squeezed out both sides You barely move to lift one of your fingers Just clinch your fist and bend all of them (bend all of them) Aim towards the ground, you cannot miss Or aim high if that's your bulls-eye Every piece that's found should not be mis- Taken as one from your pie It's cool how you are just you It's nice how we can just hang on too It seems like we don't lose our youth And I just can't see you losing you Born of ice and salt I'll meet you back there 'Cause we are foreign travelers Of many dimensions here or there Dormant underground Like a windblown seed, it's sewn One millennium ends tomorrow Dust layers to clutter on the shelf So many layers of some strange blue He saw layers of dust down to the core It's pretty unfortunate 'bout that, it's only us But we heard 'em, your precious words A shitstorm mixed with the dust, but oh well It's just a fraction of what sinks to the floor As the passing of time lines with the layers of dust, pieces of us Born to cities of rust under the crust, add another layer of dust I'll take the ice and nebulas