Dig Beneath the Dust

Dig Beneath the Dust    5.45

Climbing on a train for a trip to the seaside

New trunks, no bucket and spade

Promised myself to learn to swim this summer

Confidence starting to fade

It’s hard to learn to swim, a mouthful of sea, making me choke

But when you throw away the armbands you feel stronger

Growing up with every stroke

Dig beneath the dust, beneath the dust, beneath the dust

The past is never dead. It’s only sleeping

Dig beneath the dust, then tuck it into bed

 

Walking up to Sunninghill on Saturday morning

For library books and lardy cake

Mother traded green shield stamps for roller skates

I learned the hard way how to brake

You learn to ride a bike by falling off so many times

But it’s worth it in the end when you can do it

Without a friend holding on

Dig beneath the dust, beneath the dust, beneath the dust

The past is never dead. It’s only sleeping

Dig beneath the dust, then tuck it into bed

 

Every time you wake a memory, it changes

Picking over the details rearranges everything

 

Walking up to school each day, a different adventure

Scuffing my new shoes on the way

Creeping past the wolf hound snarling at the gate

They said he only, wants to play

A rocket to the moon, on the TV, in black and while

I thought they must be cold up there

I watched the moon, every night.

Dig beneath the dust, beneath the dust, beneath the dust

The past is never dead It’s only sleeping

Dig beneath the dust, then tuck it into bed

 

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