Dust Hymn (Purity Ring)

Dear lie still along my old web Cursed by your dust filled hymn Dear lie still along my old web Cursed by your dust filled hymn Water spills down o'er the glass, left always full There's a dew under the bed Where sweat and dreams have dread Your feet would touch the floor Drift around our board Hang you like a lullaby Hang you like a lullaby Hang you like a lullaby Little voices left to rot and plot The crunching of your teeth might help you sleep But will not lift you Always wished you'd walk Through another song Hangs you like a lullaby