spanish sahara

this is my day in a song.
thanks, matt, my second-night-of-thom-york-in-new-york-city friend.




so i walked into the haze
and a million dirty ways
now i see you lying there
like a lilo losing air air

black rocks and shoreline sand
still that summer i cannot bear
and i wipe the sand from my eyes
spanish sahara the place that you´d wanna
leave the horror here
forget the horror here
forget the horror here
leave it all down here
it's future rust and then it´s future dust
forget the horror here
forget the horror here
leave it all down here
it's future rust and then it´s future dust

now the waves they drag you down
carry you to broken ground
though i find you in the sand
wipe you clean with dirty hands

so god damn this boiling space
spanish sahara the place that you´d wanna
leave the horror here
forget the horror here forget the horror here
leave it all down here
it's future rust and then it´s future dust
i'm the fury in your head
i'm the fury in your bed
i'm the ghost in the back of your head

cause i am
i'm the fury in your head
i'm the fury in your bed
i'm the ghost in the back of your head

cause i am
i'm the fury in your head
i'm the fury in your bed
i'm the ghost in the back of your head
cause i am

forget the horror here
forget the horror here
leave it all down here
it's future rust and then it´s future dust
choir of furies in you head
choir of furies in your bed
i'm the ghost in the back of your head

cause i am
choir of furies in you head
choir of furies in your bed
i'm the ghost in the back of your head

cause i am
choir of furies in you head
choir of furies in your bed
i'm the ghost in the back of your head
cause i am