It gets loud down here.
Fourteen scurrying feet
getting as far away as feet
can carry

From under the dust
I hear every one of you,
from under the dust
I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking. I know what you're saying.

It was another time.
I guess you were a friend of mine.
It was another time but
not much to recall.

From under the dust
I hear every one of you,
from under the dust
I can feel it all.
I know what you're thinking. It isn't hard to tell at all. I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.
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I know what you're thinking. It isn't hard to tell at all. I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.

Composição: Letters to Cleo