Underworld - Dune lyrics
[Underworld - Dune lyrics]
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 light side
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, a rude one
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 broom
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 freak 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
Staring at the stars like the
Gone boy, moaning like a, dartboard
Walls of silver tassels
Whistle mouthed women
Leaning back into imaginary wings
Curved with unloved groove
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
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 light side
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, a rude one
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 broom
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 freak 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
Staring at the stars like the
Gone boy, moaning like a, dartboard
Walls of silver tassels
Whistle mouthed women
Leaning back into imaginary wings
Curved with unloved groove
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