Lyrics:

All you speak, and all you bare
Oh, it makes a mark somewhere
Everything is written of us in the Library of Dust
How do I begin?
All the travels of the wind
All stories in the seed
All of Mother Nature's dreams
More than you can conceive
In the lines on six oak leaves
Listen, child, hush, hush
You have entered the Library of Dust
Everything is written of us in the Library of Dust
How do I explain?
You cannot count or think the way
Volumes of breath, sand and rain
Nothing can ever be erased
More than you will ever dream
In the lines on the six oak leaves
Oh my love, hush, hush
You have entered the Library of Dust
Everything is written of us in the Library of Dust
Now imagine
The tiny life of just one man
All that he can't understand
And blowing by under his feet
Is more than he will ever dream
In the lines of six oak leaves
Oh my love, hush, hush
You have entered the Library of Dust
Everything is written of us in the Library of Dust