# DIRT #

when I close my eyes
to stand your lies
different ways
of your kind of grace
hard to believe
this changing that I see
celebrate this
that you trick me too
it will never matter
if it hurts me true

but when I die
perhaps you will cry
different names
in your game
all that I left
dirt in a grave
celebrate this
that you'll have
enough to choose
it will never matter
whoever you lose
...
WORDS & MUSIC: Jo'ogn (17/12/90) *