Testo Dust On Trial

I'll always be here to hear your words
And give you everything that you deserve
I'll always be here to hold your hand
And walk you to the promised land
(Will you walk with me?)

And what's the point of talking if all your words have been said?
When the world can crumble and the soil is red A land of pure confusion
Known only to your wife
Where satisfaction is devoured
Cultivated and despised

Just one step across me