all things break - Golden Dust

Golden dust.
Golden dust in the light, in the light.
Empty moments turning gold, fragments only time can hold.
Distant echoes passing through,
Like the colors that we knew.
Every step, every glance, left somewhere beyond our hands.
Golden dust floating in the light,
Tiny pieces of a day we left behind.
Golden dust drifting through the air,
Nothing ever disappears, it's still somewhere.
If the room could speak again, would it say our names?
If the years could fall away, would they stay the same?