Dust In My Pocket

I don't like your style
And i don't like your ways
Wipe that crooked smile
And folow me into grace

It aint over yet no
Its about time to begin
It aint over yet no no
I got dust in my pockets and i'm telling secrets to the wind

A frozen season bleeds
With everything at stake
Flip a coin and see
Hold your breathe and wait

It aint over yet no
A feeling i just can't deny
It aint over yet no no
I got dust in my pockets and i'm sending wishes to the sky

Left right left right breathe

It aint over yet no
Its about time to begin
It aint over yet no no
I got dust in my pockets and i'm telling secrets to the wind
I got dust in my pockets and i'm telling secrets to the wind
I got dust in my pockets and i'm telling secrets to the wind