Ben Caplan – The Oracle Lyrics

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

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