Testo Dust

I love New York
I hate New York
I'm brave enough to say
Hey, I go back and forth

I love to sing
I hate the sport
I gave it all away And now I have nothing more

Faith in what I never had
Crumbles like a paper bag
Burning like the last light in the room
Love of mine, don't cry for me
Love of mine, don't die for me
Even if I ask you to
You're the last thing I've left to lose

I love the rain
I hate the cold
I miss the sunny days
The California warmth
The nights are long
And the days are short
If it's not all for you
What do I do it for?

Faith in what I never had
Crumbles like a paper bag
Burning like the last light in the room
Love of mine, don't cry for me
Love of mine, don't die for me
Even if I ask you to
You're the last thing I've left to lose

It's all too much
It's not enough
It's gold, it's grain
It's dust, dust, dust