Dust Clouds

We stared out of a sandy window With faces coming out of the waves Darling we are coming of age And all the world is a terminal stage Break a silence, make me flinch Crack it downwards by an inch, an inch, an inch, another inch.... I refuse to break it in Metal horses glimmer in motion Up, down, around, guided by pointless reins Darling we are coming of age Canada burns and the dust cloud lays