Turn To Dust

Keep your beady eyes on me To make sure I don't turn to dust If fear is in the mind, then my mind lives in fear As deep in this voice as the dirty British sea Keep your beady eyes on me To make sure I don't turn to dust There's paths to make the heart beat Then paths where I can skip And a path to thread lightly with the clouds beneath my feet (Ooh) (Ooh) When the light creeps from the blinds I dance in Heaven It's just old passing time It rains dead weather, oh (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) Keep your beady eyes on me To make sure I don't turn to dust --- Turn To Dust - Wolf Alice