Dune - Underworld

Aaah, aaah, aaah

Aaah, aaah

Aaah, aaah

Dune, eyes in the mirror

Dune, through dirty windows

Dune, have we been here before?

The

Dune, everybody’s, breaking rules

I don’t mean to be the thing you don’t want me to be

In the car, in the morning

It’s the only time

Dune, just a face, a reflection, in a pocket mirror

Dune, can you feel it?

What you watching?

Sunlight on the street, makes everybody smile,

to the dirty dishes

Your favourite songs comes on the radio in the shower

You dance, where no-one can see you

And you wish they could

See you happy

Dune, hold it together

Dune, feed the

Let some air in, up to the knee, where the traffic isn’t so bad this morning

They’re digging up the road, building houses

Not roads to join them together

Dune, where you going?

Eyes in the mirror

A man puts his hand behind his head, leans back, brooding

A woman remembers the name, face, taste and all the details

It’s been a long time

The last of the old crowd

Oh yeah thanks just a dash, three wheels and a star

Plenty of time to dance,

It’s so cold it’s fabulous, see you later, have a nice day

What would you like, to do?

Where are you going, for now?

How long are you down for?

Will you come back?

Big man, so much has changed, you’ll be alright

On the other side

National treasure, keep it polished, skinny face, cross-legged

What’s the news?

Switch off the head, big

There’s a dirty place outside to smoke and freeze

The girls stay inside and drink

Nodding their heads in time with the music

I’ve seen how tough he really is

The kid on the guitar turns off the fuzz and fakes a rosy radiant glow

What a man

Sense the power, crackling noise, electricity, a big lamp sat outside humming,

descriptions, watches, reflections, taps with fingers, rhythms,

sending messages

I’m okay

[Voice-over} «You have no messages.»

Staring at the stars like the boy, moaning like a, dartboard

Walls of silver tassels

Whistle mouthed women

Leaning back into imaginary wings

Curved with unloved

I’m leaning on a sticker, full of orange fizz

One, two, one two three four

Haircut, like a fish

Smelling sweet

I want it, as realistic or fantastic as you like

She’s a goddess, in a short stay carpark, at the supermarket

Sending messages

Okay