Dust Motes

There's a vulture at the end of my bed

It's 5 a.m., it thinks I'm dead

There's a vulture at the end of my bed

Against the window, in silhouette

There's a vulture would have me asleep

It's looking at me like I'm some piece of meat

I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
If you die
If you die

Dust motes in a beam of light

They slow down time

James - Dust Motes