Horizon Path - Candle Dust

I watched the window dim On a blue tin morning My hands were small then And the world kept turning Dust on the mantel Soft on the frame Every old photograph Learning my name Oh, how it slips Oh, how it burns A breath in the mirror A turn after turn Candle dust, candle dust Oh, hold me here Candle dust, candle dust We disappear (we disappear) Candle dust, candle dust In the open air Candle dust, candle dust I was almost there Rain in the stairwell Keys in the bowl Faces I loved Turning to gold I wore my sorrow Like borrowed lace Then dawn would find me In its empty place Oh, how it slips Oh, how it stays A name in the rafters A little less each day Candle dust, candle dust Oh, hold me here Candle dust, candle dust We disappear Candle dust, candle dust In the open air Candle dust, candle dust I was almost there Take what remains Of my silent years Fold them in moonlight Fold them in tears Time is a river With my face in its bend I reach for the morning And start again Candle dust, candle dust Oh, hold me here Candle dust, candle dust We disappear (we disappear) Candle dust, candle dust In the open air Candle dust, candle dust Love was almost there