Letters To Cleo
From Under the Dust
It gets loud down here. Fourteen scurrying feet getting as far away as feet
Can carry. From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking. I know what you're saying. It
Was another time. I guess you were a friend of mine. It was another time but
Not much to recall. From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking. It isn't hard to tell at all. I know what you're saying
Your not whispering