In the House of Dust

You laid all your feelings down
Like worn and guilty knives

But I cleared out that filthy mess
That lived between our words
And painted us apart

But we're the same for what we've done
But I was a simple process
Suddenly cold and honest
A system of dissipating truths

And you are a swerving labyrinth
Always awake but absent
A ceiling of smokeless flame

Dawn took us for sightless fools
As if it needed to
But it's really all the same

And I thought change
Was just a name

We were just soldiers serving time
And tracing out our entire lives

But I was afraid of progress
As though it would cave in on us
A feeble and desecrated house

And we took the past for granted
As though we could understand it
But we'd never been so lost

But I was a simple process
Suddenly cold and honest
A system of dissipating truths

(We were just soldiers serving time)
(And tracing out our entire lives)