Like the falling leaves and the shifting past
Sometimes the treasured things are not the things that last.
And we know where we stand - between fear and desire:
With one fist raised in anger with one foot in the fire.
We are dust and a shadow under the naked light
We are dust and a shadow - wishing that everything stood still tonight.
We are dust and a shadow - the dream of history.
We are the hungry ghosts crying "Remember me, Remember me".
All the Pride and Shame. All the bone and gla**.
These kind of fragile things were never gonna last.
Oh pretty little Boy, and you my millionaire -
When the time comes you go alone. Leave the light on at the top of the stairs...
We are dust and a shadow under the naked light
We are dust and a shadow - wishing that everything stood still tonight.
We are dust and a shadow - the dream of history.
We are the hungry ghosts crying "Remember me, Remember me".