You chase the light like I do
But only I know your light's 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
I'm afraid. I'm not ready to die
Now you see why I chase the light
Little dustwing, fly
See me, I'm 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