Woorden: Bic Runga. Dust.

Blades of grass
That shiver as I pass
The world's asleep but I'm awake
I'm walking home again

Morning stars
Left my shoes back at the bar
Didn't know my house was quite this far
So far from anywhere

Strange how the ground
Tips upside down
And morning it starts without me

Did I let you down
Should I come around
Would that make thing's better baby

You and I
We get along just fine
But oh, we both love to be right

It's just not possible
Change your mind or maybe I'll change mine
But either way we don't arrive at something plausible

I'll see ya 'round, when you're in town
And you can pretend to hate me
All trace of love, has turned to dust
Which I've been collecting lately