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

Copyright: Iricom US Ltd, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Edwin Thomas Congreave, Jack William Bevan, James Andrew Smith, Walter James Morrison Gervers, Yannis Barnabas Emanuel Philippakis