It's Dusty

​(Verse 1)

I’m blowing off the surface of this old wooden shelf

Sometimes I think I’m just trying to find myself

Underneath the grey, there’s a picture in a frame

I almost had to squint just to remember the name

It’s funny how the years just settle like a ghost

On the very things that used to matter the most

Now my fingers leave a trail in the static and the grime

A little map of everything I lost to the time

​(Verse 2)

I found that old sweater you left on the chair

It’s lost that old scent, now it just smells like air

And dust...

Like a slow-motion rain that forgot how to snow

I tried to wipe it clean, tried to make it look new

But some things are meant to fade, just like me and you

The sunlight is hitting the particles in the room

Dancing like diamonds in the middle of the gloom

​(Chorus)

And it’s dusty...

So dusty in here

Like the ghost of a memory that won't disappear

I’m breathing in the past with every little breath

Watching a slow and a silent kind of death

No drama, no shouting, no tears left to cry

Just the dust settling down as the days go by

Yeah, it’s dusty...

​(Verse 3)

There’s a stack of old letters in the corner of the floor

I haven't had the heart to open them anymore

The ink is turning yellow and the edges are all frayed

Like the promises we made that eventually strayed

I’m walking through the echoes of a life I used to lead

Watching all the flowers turning into a weed

Everything I touch leaves a stain on my hand

Like I’m trying to build a castle in a desert of sand

Guitar Solo

​(Bridge)

The windows are stained with the seasons passing by

I’m just a witness to a slow-fading sky

If I clean it all up, will I still know the place?

Or will I just find an empty and a hollow space?

Yeah, it’s better this way

​(Verse 4)

I’ll leave it for tonight, I’ll let the layers grow

There’s a comfort in the things that we no longer know

Maybe by next year, the edges will be gone

And I won't even notice that I’m still holding on

It’s just a house of shadows, a museum of the heart

Where every single speck of dust is a work of art

​(Outro)

It’s just a little bit of dust...

Nothing to see here...

Just time...

It’s dusty...