From Under the Dust - Letters To Cleo

It gets loud down here. 
Fourteen scurrying feet 
getting as far away as feet can carry. 
From under the dust I hear every one of you, 
from under the dust 
I can feel it all. 
I know what you're thinking. 
I know what you're saying. 
It was another time. 
I guess you were a friend of mine. 
It was another time but not much to recall. 
From under the dust I hear every one of you, 
from under the dust I can feel it all. 
I know what you're thinking. 
It isn't hard to tell at all. 
I know what you're saying. 
Your not whispering.