Dunas

Dunes, are like couches
Indiscreet screens of dirty tar
Torn by cacti and mint
Lying on the Dunes, oblivious to everything
Penetrating eyes
Washed thoughts

We drink from the lips, cold refreshments (chorus)
We seal secrets
We jump over rocks
In slow motion like on TV
Too many words in the age of why

Dunes, are like couches
If someone saw us lying with wet, tangled hair
Salty sleeping bags
On the Dunes, nibbling apples
Watching empty oil bottles floating in the morning waves

We drink from the lips, cold refreshments
On the dunes!
In slow motion like on TV
On the dunes
On the dunes
On the dunes
On the dunes
Cold refreshments
Like on TV
On the dunes