It gets loud down here.

Fourteen scurrying feet

getting as far away as feet can carry.

From under the dust I hear every one of you,

from under the dust

I can feel it all.

I know what you're thinking.

I know what you're saying.

It was another time.

I guess you were a friend of mine.

It was another time but not much to recall.

From under the dust I hear every one of you,

from under the dust I can feel it all.

I know what you're thinking.

It isn't hard to tell at all.

I know what you're saying.

Your not whispering.