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

This we can trust

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

This we can trust

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's 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

And it all

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

This we can trust

All turns to dust

All turns to dust