Scott (storyteller): Clouds of dust rolling towards him he remains static waiting for the impact and when it hits David (dying man's last words): Broken feet on sleeping ground This lonely place has come Still breathing with the lights switched off The circles have been drawn So goodbye (when it hits it hits) Scott: He stands rigid in his mind great overtures bellow reality is all silent The dust is reluctant to settle blown by erratic squalls that disturb the wind, he is reluctant to move the a spell could be broken the dust is playing with him David: Broken feet on sleeping ground This lonely place has come Still watchful as the lights switched off The circles have been drawn So goodbye (the dust, the dust is reluctant to settle reality is irrelevant) And he collects himself Cuz everything is dead I wanted it all Scott: As heavy particles fall to earth A haze remains distorting the light He feels like the last man on earth He thinks he can hear every speck of dust His mind scrambles for some words In reality the words of comfort do not exist He remains static A man in the middle of dust A man in the middle of nowhere