Tiny
This One's For Mr. Smith
Lust has your gentle voice
It leaves your mouth
And I stand still
Awaits the sound

Just as your gentle voice
Sways through my hair
And finds its way
Into my ear

And there it stays
It twists and turns
It's sharing how
Your heart it yearns

Dust has her gentle lies
They float right through
That hole someone
Had left in you

And there she stares
And twists and turns
She's sharing how
Your heart it burns