Dust from Erma by Erma

On my knees
door closed behind me
I open another
unbutton my coat
took one last look at that child
cuz I'll never get another

He pushed the dust around in a skilled way
I watched as the line moved towards me
he said, don't worry baby you'll be okay
just lean over and come my way

It tasted like sharpie pen
it draws me in
I gained hours and things to say
but I lost something that night
spent the whole time
scanning the carpet

and I still haven't found it

lean over and come my way
don't hesitate
don't fight me
you'll never win, anyway
so just lean over and try me
lean over and come my way

• Alternative
• acoustic
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• songstress
• New Westminster