Testo Turn To Dust

Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to DUST
If you're resenting mine,
Then my mind lives in fear
And deep in this voice there's a dirty British sea
Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to DUST
There's a path to make that lead, and paths when I get scared,
and a path to try likely with the clouds beneath my feet