Good morning ashes in my mouthnAll the things I didn't saynWhen you were in my arms nnSo I heap them on my head and hopenThe wind is blowing as I leave the housenDust to dust ashes to ashes this morning you were gonennYou were gone,nAnd I was wrongnTo put my feelings up like little hutsnto amounting the flimsy sentence structures could never hold enoughnand I doom them all by building though I knew nI knew that you were up nnGood morning ashes in my mouthnAll the things I didn't saynWhen you were in my arms along the downnAnd so I heap them on my head and hope the wind is Blowing as I leave the housenndust to dust ashes to ashes this morning you were gonenngood morning ashes in my mouthnall the things i didn't saynwhen you were in my arms nso I heap them on my head and hope the wind is blowing as I leave the housendust to dust ashes to ashes this morning you were gonen