Dust

The plains and farm lands become a sea of dry bones as The Dawn Hotel turns towards the 1930s Dust Bowl.

it's the night of the world
I can hear the centipedes crawling
behind the wallpaper
with the flowers blue as pearls

oh I still dream
of an ocean wide and rising
water enough to clean
the dust from the damned

oh my baby, your skin so grey
we found you buried in the pasture
where the grasses used to grow
where we once ran through fields of green

we peeled the skin from the land
we let its blood dry in the raging sun
now it's coming for our children
dust covers our daughters and sons

oh lay down, oh lay down
lie in the grave that we made