I Am Dust
Gary Anthony James / Webb
We were dust in a world of grim obsession
We were torn from our life of isolation
We were pulled from our path of least resistance
And the songs we sang? 'What became of us?'
We are here waiting for you
We are here waiting for you
We are yours, we're waiting for you
We are yours, we're waiting for you
We all prayed for the end, for their God to take us
We were falling down one by one
We were weak and the fear was all around us
The machines screamed from moon to sun
We are here waiting for you
We are here waiting for you
We are yours, we're waiting for you
We are yours, we're waiting for you
We are yours, we're waiting for you
We are yours, we're waiting for you