Piers Faccini The Dust In Our Eyes
We take the rough the rough with the smooth
Until the hammer comes down on the groove
We take the thread we tread on the weave
But when the play runs over we leave
So many changes but just one theme
A kaleidoscope for every scene
It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
Oh the dust we get in our eyes
We call the six spot out on the die
Chasing rainbows out on the fly
And at the crossroads we can choose
Heads we win or tails we lose
Countless ways to make one dream
Galaxies in every scene
It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
The dust we get in our eyes
Oh the dust we get in our eyes
The carnival the ace of spades
The laughing jack and the joker too
The veiled fortune teller tells it true
The pentangle the bird that flew
St Catherine’s wheel and the chosen few
The mirrored backdrop that reflects for you
Endless turns or so it seems
A rollercoaster with every scene
It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
Just the dust we get in our eyes
It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
From the stars breaking in the skies
