To Dust

I don't make no money I tell you nothing about that, so strange I stand here with my tears rolling down I turn my last note into change Just one debt you start my day without you here Point to me, I'll walk away, you disappear Seems you cut deep, yes you cut cold I've got nothing left here anymore But I don't care The more I pay The less I feel The money comes The money goes It's all the same But I don't care The more you take The less I feel The paper lines And worlds that are mine What is this, we disappear I want you to hold my hand and let go I can't, I don't want to take control Seems like you've forsaken up my mind Crumbling to dust up my soul But I don't care The more I pay The less I feel The money comes The money goes It's all the same But I don't care The more you take The less I feel What is this This stumbling Till we disappear --- To Dust - Alice Russell