Bruce Peninsula In Your Light
Sanctuary is a mill for the grist
A moment spent under peace and quiet
An open window with the wind blowing
Right there, right then, your sanctuary ends
Off and on, a life recollected in flashes
The way the light hits the undersides of your eyelids
Come and gone with the lift and the lower of your lashes
Between the iris and the eyelid
In your light
If if floats away I'll follow after it
Blown in through a window open
Cause what am I if not just dust
All I've done may brown may rust
Off and on, a life recollected in flashes
The way the light hits the undersides of your eyelids
Come and gone with the lift and the lower of your lashes
Between the iris and the eyelid
Why not warm inside a while
And lay your boots to dry
And then there where you wake
Where you are will be where you were in the first place
All I've done may brown may rust
If it floats away I'll follow it
If I lose its scent, I've still got all it left me with
All I've done may brown, may rust
What am I if not just dust, just dust?
In your light
In your light
On and on, you can't turn in on yourself
On and on, you can't turn in on yourself
