Letters To Cleo from under the dust

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, you're not whispering