Jasmine Dust

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nGolden light on the floor\nDust motes dance by the door\nPages turning so slow\nWhere did that summer go?\nYour shadow tall on the wall\nWaiting for the evening fall\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe lemonade was cold and sweet\nHiding from the midday heat\nIce cubes clicking in a glass\nWatching all the minutes pass\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, it’s slipping away\nLike a golden display\nFlecks of light in your eyes\nUnder pale yellow skies\nJust a ghost of a sound\nFloating over the ground\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nWeightless and warm\nSafe from the storm\nHazy and bright\nLost in the light\n\n[Verse]\nThe distant train hums low\nNowhere left for us to go\nA blur of your soft face\nIn this quiet, hollow space\nDried jasmine in a blue jar\nI wonder where you are\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSheer curtains dance in the breeze\nMoving through the willow trees\nWe didn't say a single word\nOnly the heartbeat was heard\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, it’s slipping away\nLike a golden display\nFlecks of light in your eyes\nUnder pale yellow skies\nJust a ghost of a sound\nFloating over the ground\n\n[Bridge]\nTape warble in the heavy air\nI wonder if you’re still there\nFragile as a paper wing\nA soft and silver thing\nGolden summer on the skin\nWhere does the memory begin?\nTo hold what is already gone\nBefore the arrival of dawn\n\n[Verse]\nI remember the dusty smell\nLike an old and hollow shell\nYou looked at the golden spine\nOf a story just like mine\nThen you walked to the iron gate\nIt was getting far too late\nThe light turned to a blue haze\nEnding our one-day maze\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, it’s slipping away\nLike a golden display\nFlecks of light in your eyes\nUnder pale yellow skies\nJust a ghost of a sound\nFloating over the ground\n\n[Outro]