Spanish Sahara - Foals, John Dahlback

So I walked into the haze

And a million dirty waves

Now I see you lying there

Like a lilo losing air, air

Black rocks and the shoreline surf

Still dead summer I cannot bear

And I wipe the sand from my eyes

The 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 it’s future dust

Forget the horror here

Forget the horror here

Leave it all down here

It’s future rust and it’s future dust

Now the waves they drag you down

Carry you to broken ground

But I’ll find you in the sand

Wipe you clean with dirty hands

So God damn this boiling space

The 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 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, it’s future dust

A choir of furies in your head

A choir of furies in your bed

I’m the ghost in the back of your head

'Cause I am

A choir of furies in your head

A choir of furies in your bed

I’m the ghost in the back of your head

'Cause I am

A choir of furies in your head

A choir of furies in your bed

I’m the ghost in the back of your head

'Cause I am