So I walked through to the haze
And a million dirty waves
Now I see you lying there
Like a lie-low losing air, air
Black rocks and shoreline sand
Still dead summer I cannot bear
And I wipe the sand from my arms
The place that you'd wanna
It's future rust and it's future dust
It's future rust and it's future dust
Now the waves they drag you down
Carry you to broken ground
Though I'll find you in the sand
Wipe you clean with dirty hands
So god damn this boiling space
The place that you'd wanna
It's future rust and it's future dust
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
It's future rust and it's future dust
Choir of furies in your head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
The choir of furies in your head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
Choir of furies in your head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head