The Dust
I'm the one to say what you mean to me
You can only choose how to feel
Take away your words and you're hard to read
Take away your love and I'm lost
On the dust
The dust
The dust
The dust
Summer dialect in for a warmer clime
Autumn finds me walking on steam
Drying out my lust over winter coals
Breaking out in sweat when I dream
Of the dust
The dust
The dust
The dust
Where do you get off coming home alone?
Don't you know that two's company?
In the dust
Writer/s: Duncan Roberts