Little specs floating in the air, settling on all your stuff. It'll never be truly gone, no matter how much you wipe and buff.

I can be electric, Even under the sea. If you're kind of shady, You'll be called as slippery as me.

A sea on sirocco, At sea, ships that fly, Not just of your mind, Plain to see in the sky

I look like a tiny forest, and am mostly hated by those I nourish.

My songs travel legions I've lived longer than you Yet I ended up as oil for you