Dust

Em Em Em The movement of your mouth Em D The study of your face C The lines around your body Em N.C. I can't help but trace Em The quiet of the night D Is an echo of your grace C And round this house we're haunting, dancing Am7 D We are the dust in the corners of every room G We are the creases in the pages C Of the books stacked in the bedroom B Em7 And you are every empty shelf you left when you left here Em Em My thinkin' is unsteady Em D Like the spaces under chairs C And prayers runnin' under arguements Em N.C. It's hard to remember they're there Em Corner of my eye Em D You're there on every street C You're the face in the back of the audience I'll never reach Am7 D We are the dust in the corners of every room G We are the creases in the pages C Of the books stacked in the bedroom B Em7 And you are every empty shelf you left when you left here Am D G C B B Am7 D We are the dust in the corners of every room G We are the creases in the pages C Of the books stacked in the bedroom B Em7 And you are every empty shelf you left when you left here Em Em The movement of the world D Is me remembering today C Every morning's turning into yesterday