[Verse]
I heard you well (friend)
Talking about the shadows
That we don't see
We just feel

[Chorus]
You and I are dust
So why do I keep polishing my furniture?
I hope you convince me
To not be scared of thinking about death anymore

[Bridge]
Anesthetized by the ignorance of my own end

[Chorus 2]
If you and I are dust
So why do I keep polishing my furniture?
Bad luck that doesn't matter
I try to be the best person to myself