The Oracle

The moon was a sickle, the sky made of grass

The blade of the light found your eyes and your ass

The ocean nearby was a white noise machine

Your face, the most beautiful thing that I'd seen

We walked in the surf with the breeze in my beard

We felt the things that we both hoped for and feared

We suffered desire on a scale historical

I, the Seeker, and you, the Oracle

And it all, all turns to dust

All turns to dust, all turns to dust

This we can trust, all turns to dust

All turns to dust

The starlight conspiring, our bonds growing thicker

We loosened ourselves with some Mexican liquor

The tide rolling out and the stars watching in

The hairs standing up on our goose-pimple skin

I told you that I'd like to kiss both your lips

The ones on your face and the ones on your hips

You told me that you were a dignified woman

Then took me home

And it all, all turns to dust

All turns to dust, all turns to dust

This we can trust, all turns to dust

All turns to dust

The future's uncertain except for the ending

There's no return address for the prayers we've been sending

The great ship is sinking, the air is full of fear

And the map is on fire and no one can steer

The heavens will roar, the mountains will rumble

There's no way to know when the cookie will crumble

But since that night, I've known that until my death

I will praise you with every last one of my breaths

'Cause it all, all turns to dust

All turns to dust, all turns to dust

This we can trust, all turns to dust

All turns to dust

It all, all turns to dust

All turns to dust, all turns to dust

This we can trust, all turns to dust

All turns to dust

And it all, all turns to dust

All turns to dust, all turns to dust

This we can trust, all turns to dust

All turns to dust

And it all, all turns to dust

All turns to dust, all turns to dust

This we can trust, all turns to dust

All turns to dust