Let me in the wall
You've built around
We can light a match
And burn it down
Let me hold your hand
And dance 'round and 'round the flames
In front of us
Dust to dust

But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment.

Those times, those people...have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

Remember with whom thou hast to do: what canst thou expect from dust but levity; or from corruption, but defilement(33)?

Yesterday our troubles seemed so far away, I believe in yesterday.

That's how it is sometimes--
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you're just too tired to open it.

Dex was many wonderful things but he wasn’t perfect – he was his own greatest enemy.