Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dune, artist - Underworld. Album song DRIFT Series 1, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 17.09.2020
Record label: Smith Hyde
Song language: English
Dune |
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 |