Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
You slowly lose the only people you could trust
Ashes to ashes
All that remains
Dust on your hand
A lock or a strand of hair
As he tells you he doesn't want to go
As you sink low
And he fumbles
And he crumbles
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Everyone will die, even he must
His ashes sprinkles
You remember his smile, his dimples
At the end of the day
Even his ashes fade away
