(antony & the johnsons - dust and water)
It is said that we are no more than dust... ashes to ashes, dust to dust that is all we will become in the end... dust covering the world, ashes scattered in the wind, surrounding your beautiful smile, traveling through the ocean to lay at last on a distant watershed, on a deserted shore where the same different sun might lighten the morning or gracefully give way to a pleasant dusk, whilst we listen to something very similar to the above, whispered by a quiet gentle breeze that never stops....
