LYRIC
They've packed up and flew out their bowls
Carrying all other sea life in parcels
Addressed to a conquistador
Trapped inside a lamp in the Andes
Six hundred years from now
Holding his heart
Waiting for love to come round [Chorus] All we are is dust filling up holes
In time it all will go
But here right now I'm alive [Chorus] All we are is dust filling up holes
In time it all will go
But here right now I'm alive
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