Hoover Damn

Got boxes and boxes of dust
I'd like to throw them out
Turn them into cement
Build something permanent

Pillows full of feathers 
Those microorganisms
Beautiful but
Don't stick them in your mouth

Rearranging the past
So it can make sense
It's temporary 
I can live with it

Rearranging the past
'Til there's nothing left
No one wants my stuff
I just get over it