Testo Little Dustwing Rr Coseboom
You chase the light like I doBut only I know your lightâs not the moon
I see fear keeps you awake too
But where do you go when daylight comes?
Little dustwing, fly
Why is the end nearer at night?
I swear to you, in my pillow, she hides
Iâm afraid. Iâm not ready to die.
Now you see why I chase the light
Little dustwing, fly
See me, Iâm much like you,
Chasing the wrong moon
Connections lost, a function of youth
Now the time and the love and the youth
Are fading
Like the dust on your wings.